9:00 okay?
- Can you make it a bit later?
- 9:30, then.
Let's compromise. 10:00.
Okay. You want to
talk to Art?
Sure. Put him on.
Okay, hold on a second.
Art!
- Phone for you. It's your brother.
- Oh.
- Can you hold that?
- Yeah.
Thanks. Thanks.
Um, Bart?
That's no problem.
Yeah. Yeah.
Sounds great. Yeah, well.
See you later.
Bye.
Yeah.
I forgot the ice.
- Here you are.
- Hmm. Thank you.
How's Bart?
Bart. Bart's fine.
He's fine.
Very happy, actually.
Eh, Betty, I got a problem
making dinner tonight, uh...
Miss this dinner,
my darling...
and your problems
are just beginning.
- Oh, la, la, monsieur.
- What?
If you permit me to say, you
are committing a hideous crime.
Doctors orders. It's the only
way she can take her medicine.
Monsieur, that is
a Chateau Fontegnac.
This is not a wine
to toy with.
- Pardon.
- Look, buddy, it's my wine.
I paid for it.
Now, if I want to piss in it,
that's my business.
- Okay?
- As you wish, monsieur.
Espece de cochon.
Excusez-moi.
Thank you.
Cheers.
Arriba. Abajo.
- Al centro.
- Por dentro.
Whatever.
Mmm. Oof.
Ohh, Art,
I love you.
Hmm.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Huh.
I wanted to see if, um...
Aiieee! Ai, ai, ai!
It's always raining
when you need a cab.
Uh... do you think Art has
anything I could change into?
Upstairs?
Are you hungry?
Famished.
- Here?
- Yeah. Do you know it?
I had dinner here
not too long ago.
It's okay.
- People sure stare at you.
- No, they're looking at you.
Nice to see you again,
monsieur.
Eh, we'd like
a bottle of wine.
Eh, Chateau Fontegnac.
Alas, monsieur,
I am desolated.
Some person...
has committed an atrocity...
against
the very last bottle.
I think if you take a careful look in
the cellar, you'll find another one.
Certainement, monsieur.
If you promise not
to piss in it.
- He's French.
- They shouldn't let him out of the cellar.
Yeah.
So, um, your sister...
my brother.
Think we'll be dancing at
their 50th wedding anniversary?
I have no idea.
She might just marry him twice and then
move on to the next lucky contestant.
You know,
Art is a little worried.
He thinks they might
be rushing things and...
It's too late now. The
Titanic has already sailed.
Maybe you can talk to Betty
about it, be the voice of reason.
The only voice Betty listens
to is the call of the wild.
Yes.
Perfect.
Hmm.
- Thank you.
- Je vous en prie.
Psst!
Shall I distract the lady
now while you slip...
a little something
into her wine?
What a character, huh?
You really crack me up.
Oh, dites donc.
To you.
- I hope we can be friends.
- We'll have to be.
We'll be related, almost
like brother and sister.
Right.
You don't like the idea?
Yeah, yeah.
It's just that, uh...
this makes what I'm thinking
about taboo in most civilizations.
Would you like
to come in?
Maybe I should
go home.
Nobody's waiting up
for you, are they?
So to top it all off...
he shoots his underpants
over the shower door to me.
No, I don't believe it.
Poor guy.
What a way to start a day.
How about me?
Well, you were
taking a shower.
I mean, he was the one
humping the glass door.
He must have been
terribly humiliated.
Right. I was
just violated.
Not you.
You are too tough.
Tough?
Too tough?
No, no, no.
No, Betty.
No, Betty, no, no.
No, no.
No, no!
You were dreaming about my sister.
Yeah. Yeah.
When we were growing up, every
boyfriend I had had a crush on her.
Did that sound like
a good dream?
- Hmm?
- No, I guess not.
Ohh!
I was at the wedding.
It was a nightmare.
I was the...
The best man...
and I couldn't move.
And then...
there you were...
Beautiful and perfect.
Let's just forget
about Betty and Art.
Yeah.
Let's forget 'em.
Yeah.
Where are you going?
To splash some cold water
on my face.
Hmm.
Hmm. Ohh, God.
I have this
incredible