The Duellists1977

Chevalier:
[upon meeting d'Hubert for the first time after d'Hubert has found him making boots] I've not hitherto been privileged to meet a general of Bonaparte's army.

Armand D'Hubert:
[smiling] General of Brigade, sir, and only recently promoted. A mere imp of Satan; I cannot claim to be one of his demons.

Chevalier:
[unthawing slightly] You jest with me, sir.

Armand D'Hubert:
In a neighborly way.

Chevalier:
[gesturing to d'Hubert to be seated and sitting himself] Let me make you a pair of boots. In a neighborly way.

Armand D'Hubert:
I would esteem it an honor.

Chevalier:
Good boots are not an honor, they are a pleasure. About the time that you were learning to be a soldier, I was learning to make boots. I've supported myself as a boot-maker; now that I'm an aristocrat once more, I have to drum up trade. Sloth is the curse of the aristoracy.