April: Just what is exactly out of order?
Madame: Alas, all.
(Madame gestures for servants to come)
Madame: Infidel; the purifying and the washing; what a task. And then what have we got? A scraggly infidel.
(The servants begin removing April's coat. April shrieks like a parrot at them.)
April: Get your hands off the coat.