Bronte and her friends are at a restaurant, impatiently waiting to be served.
Phil: Hey, man are you our waiter?
Waiter: No sir. Georges? La carte.
Bronte recognizes Georges when he turns around.
Bronte: Let's get out of here, it's awful.
Georges recognizes her voice and comes to the table. Bronte tries to hide behind her menu.
Georges: You have chosen?
Friend: What are your specials?
Georges: From Switzerland we have calf's liver with a special sauce and from Old England, we have roast beef.
Phil: I don't eat meat.
Georges: Why not?
Phil: Pardon me?
Georges: If you don't eat meat, we have fish.
Phil: No, I don't eat fish either, I'm a vegetarian.
Phil: You have a vegetarian special?
Georges: Of course, All Nations.
Phil: Good, I'll have that, but no oil or no salt.
Georges: No salt for you, okay.
Friend: I think I'll take the fish.
Other friend: Me too.
Georges: Fish? Two for the fish, okay. Pour mademoiselle?
Bronte looks up from her menu.
Georges: Or is it madame?