Christian Pereira credited as playing...
Sorbier
- Pierre Brochant: Good evening, Doctor.
- Christine Brochant: Fix him. He has an important dinner tonight.
- Pierre Brochant: Christine!
- Christine Brochant: An idiot dinner. Each regular has to bring an idiot.
- Pierre Brochant: Christine, please!
- Christine Brochant: The idiots don't know why they've been picked. The fun is making them talk.
- [sarcastic]
- Christine Brochant: Hilarious! Not to me, so I'm leaving. Good night, Doctor.
- Pierre Brochant: [as she leaves] Sorry. I called you to fix my back, not my marriage.
- Sorbier: Can I wash my hands?
- Pierre Brochant: First door on the left.
- Sorbier: In college, we used to invite ugly girls. The ugliest one got a prize.
- Pierre Brochant: Yes, we did that, too. But idiots are funnier.
- Sorbier: But less definite.
- Pierre Brochant: Some idiots are quite obvious. Mine's unmistakable.
- Sorbier: A friend of yours?
- Pierre Brochant: No. My friends are not that dumb. We pick aces. This is big league.
- Sorbier: Where do you find them?
- Pierre Brochant: It's hard. A real manhunt. We have scouts who tip us off.
- Sorbier: [Pierre reacts in pain] Fifth lumbar vertebra!
- Pierre Brochant: Is it serious?
- Sorbier: No, but call off your dinner.
- Pierre Brochant: No!
- Sorbier: Rest your back tonight. I'll stop by tomorrow.
- Pierre Brochant: But, doctor... I have a prime idiot coming! Give me a shot! I don't care! Anything!
- Sorbier: Ice bag and rest, or you'll be out for three weeks.
- Pierre Brochant: I'm jinxed. My phone book, please. Thanks. The telephone. What's his name again? Francois Pignon.
- Sorbier: What does he do?
- Pierre Brochant: He's a tax man.
- Sorbier: Isn't that dangerous? What if he finds out?
- Pierre Brochant: He won't. We're careful. No idiot ever found out.
- Pierre Brochant: [trying to call Pignon to cancel their dinner] He's out. Holy shit!
- Sorbier: What?
- Pierre Brochant: His message. He tries to be witty. It's pathetic.
- [he redials the number and puts it on speaker phone]
- François Pignon: Francois is out, but don't pout! No need to weep, wait for the beep! Your turn to peep!
- Pierre Brochant: [hanging up] Isn't he something?
- Sorbier: Outstanding, I'd say.