Bart: Oh, come on, Hank, don't be so greedy. I tell you what I will get for you, though. A husband. I guarantee you at least three proposals from bachelors, young, handsome, and a minimum of 33 million dollars apiece. All right?
Henriette: How dare you, monsieur. I am French, and the French do not think of money. They think only of love.
Madame: Henriette, do not talk nonsense. My boy, I assure you, the French are not like that at all. (laughing)