Bullshit.
Flowers go next door, please, Isabelle. Oh, my darling!
I didn't go to the market. Too much to do. So you'll go.
Of course.
It's an American custom to show off your home to visitors.
Really? Does she want to see our bins too?
I want to show you something in the office.
You must be Emily.
The champagne father.
And an American, too. Perfect.
To the Queen of Remueurs!
Gérard, serve her.
Just let him be.
...you're ruining my relationship with Gabriel.
Mom, I'm fed up of you always trying to control everything!
He's crazy to refuse the money. It's nonsense!