02x01 - Operation Venice

[bunniefuu]

-Okay, Eva!
-Oh, thank you, Frédéric.

My lower back pain
has completely disappeared!

-Oh, great.
-You're like a magician.

Well, you know, this isn't the first time

-I've been compared to Dumbledore.
-(LAUGHS)

MRS. PETROVITCH: He is really nice too!

-Whoa!
-Oh!

Hey, there!

Hello, Marco. You're watering
the whole courtyard, Marco.

-Sorry.
-There's nothing that will grow here.

Huh? It's concrete.

Hey! Will you shut up already?

Hmm. Hello, up there.

Hey, how about you lower your voice?

What's wrong, you old bat?

Whoa! Don't talk to my mom like that.

-You looking for trouble, mama's boy?
-Hey, don't talk like that to my kid!

-I'm sure he didn't mean anything.
-Yeah, yeah. Go!

VEYRAT: I'd be more quiet
if you were all more quiet.

Who framed Fred?

FRIDAY

(GASPS) Pay attention.
Vic, eyes open. You gotta be careful.

-Hello.
-FRED: Hi, how are you?

-Your daughter got a B in English.
-A "B"?

-Fred, it's a B. Well...
-Oh, you serious? What are we gonna do?

This means that
she'll never speak English properly.

We need to get her out of school
and into a full-time job.

I'm gonna call my buddy...
The cabinet maker.

Since when do you know cabinet makers?

-You don't remember...
-Argh! It's not funny.

...that time we had
a custom table built for us?

-Fred, on Monday...
-You were 20 years old.

On Monday she has a presentation
on Hercule Poirot.

-You need to help her with this.
-Okay.

-Okay?
-All right. Hercule Poirot.

You know her reading level.
She's more like... (BABBLING)

Hello, I can hear you. I'm trying.

Okay. Well, that was super supportive.

HELENA: (SPEAKING SPANISH)
Romy, give me the phone!

-Give me the phone!
-ROMY: (IN ENGLISH) No, No!

-(IN SPANISH) Give me the phone!
-(IN ENGLISH) Mom, I didn't do anything.

-(IN SPANISH) Give me the phone now!
-(IN ENGLISH) No, but Mom! Wait! No!

Helena, do you think you could
give me back the keys someday?

Cariño, you know the rules!

She got a black mark
at school again.

And your teacher told me that
you were cheating.

ROMY: That's not true! Papa!

-FRED: Cheating?
-I swear I didn't cheat!

-The teacher's stupid.
-No, no, no. That's not how you talk.

-No, but it's not... Papa!
-Don't talk about your teacher like that!

-I did nothing!
-Stop it, okay? Stop it! You're grounded.

For the whole weekend.
No screens or Smings.

-The Smiths!
-It's The Smiss.

Oh, It's the Smiss?
No more It's the Smiss.

-Where's Clara?
-She's in her room right now.

Unbelievable!

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, what's up?

CLARA: Hmm?

What's "hmm?"
How was your driver's ed test?

-It's done.
-What was your score?

Thirty-seven.

Thirty-seven out of 40?

You're a genius.
Only three questions wrong.

No, Dad, 37 mistakes.

(LAUGHS)

Out of 40?

-Yeah.
-Wait, you're joking.

Hold on, we need to chat.
How can you make 37 mistakes?

-There are study guides.
-EMMA: Hi.

She made 37 mistakes
in the driver's ed test.

-No way!
-I swear!

-For real?
-Thirty-eight, actually.

FRED: Thirty-eight!
Oh, it gets even better.

So, there are two questions
that are right.

Like, that red light

-and where it says "Stop."
-CLARA: I know.

Look at you eating your cornflakes.

I would be bawling.
Vic, I wouldn't be laughing if I were you.

Go work on Poirot and improve your grades.

Since when do you care about
our mediocre grades?

Always. Mediocre grades are my passion.

You have mediocre grades
and no one said anything.

Ooh!

Hey, excuse me,
but when were my grades ever mediocre?

For your practice.

You never check your webpage?

-Well, no.
-HELENA: Hmm.

My score is amazing. It's awesome.

What are you talking about?
What are...

Osteo average?

(SCOFFS)

I'm so sorry,
but my overall score is, uh...

Uh...

-Reasonable.
-Meaning?

-Above average.
-I don't think so.

I'm not very good at math, but I do know
that 2.8 out of five isn't awesome.

-It's 11 points out of 20.
-Yeah?

I'm not very good at English,
but I'm a math wiz.

Well, is my score good enough or not?
Eleven is definitely more than ten.

I'm sorry, but I'm k*lling it.

-There's five stars and there...
-There...

Ooh.

-Uh, there's a zero out of five.
-ROMY: What?

Who gave you a zero?

You're the best osteopath on the planet!

Thank you.

"Complete catastrophe.

"You should definitely go
to a real doctor."

Signed, "Coconut12."

-Ow.
-Fred, stop. I'll cut off your finger.

What's up with giving a lame review?

Coconut12?

Is he just trying to confuse the reader
or what? I mean, what's his deal?

"Complete catastrophe"?

Can you imagine the nastiness?

Well, maybe he just didn't
like the decor. You know?

No. I'm sorry, but the wall lights
are magic. They're gorgeous.

Magic? No, your lamps are great, actually.

They're terrific, really beautiful.

-Are you being sarcastic?
-Am I?

-No!
-Yup. Well, you can...

-You can laugh if you want, but it's...
-(CHUCKLES)

-Excuse me for my taste.
-Oh, you have taste? Okay.

Besides, when I massage him,

he only sees the light on the left,
does he see the other one?

No. He sees the pretty one.

I mean, both are beautiful.
What are you even talking about?

I need to find Cashewnut24!
Help me!

I'm reading. I just started this book.

-Why can't you watch the series?
-(GRUNTS)

-A series?
-It's great.

It's a story about a Russian princess,

she catches a train and she's
totally rude to the German governess.

Oh, yeah? I thought it was a crime story.

That's it! To find Coconut12,
I'll have to be Poirot!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Do you know what this is?

It's my degree from
the European College of Osteopaths.

I graduated 34th.
34th! That's not bad.

Out of 50. Low tuition,
but getting in here is a big deal.

Okay? And what do I have to show for it?

"A complete catastrophe"?

They called me "Golden Hands," you know.
I was the king of healing.

-(CHUCKLES)
-I swear!

Honey, only haters make an effort
to write bad reviews on the Internet.

It's not reality.

It's obvious you're not the one
with an average of a 1.5-star rating.

People will look at me and be like,

"Hey, there's the guy
who has a 1.5-star rating!"

Yeah, I'm probably not
far from that either.

I'm sure my page is full of nasty comments
and mildly happy parents.

Don't look!
Because it really hurt my feelings,

and it'll upset you as well,

if you only have one star.
So, what do you have?

-What does it say?
-(GASPS) Huh?

You okay?

No, I don't know.
I didn't find it, but...

Oh. You found it but it's terrible.

-(CHUCKLES)
-How many stars?

(CLEARS THROAT)
Out of five stars, I have 4.98.

-I'm sorry.
-Well, that's good. No, no, no...

-I'm really happy for you.
-Don't look happy.

Well, I am.

I mean, I just found out about the rating,
so give me a sec. Wow. See? I'm happy.

(KEYS CLATTERING)

(WHISPERING) What are you doing?

Go watch your series, Victoire.

I don't cheat. And you're not allowed
to go out alone at night.

Don't tell me what to do.

VICTOIRE: Wait for me!

Romy! Romy!

What are you doing with Emma's makeup?

Well, I'm dusting for fingerprints,
like Poirot!

That's not how it works anymore.
So, come on, let's get out of here.

Vic! It's Papa's date book.

We don't care about his date book.

Are you nuts?
These are all his appointments.

We need to find the exact day
when Pistachio93...

-No, it's Coconut12.
-When Coconut12 posted his comment.

The culprit must be among the people
who were here in the clinic on that day.

Well played, Madam Poirot!

(BOTH SCREAM)

SATURDAY

AUTOMATED VOICE: A pedestrian
is about to cross the street

without using the crosswalk.

Answer A, I drive by them quickly.

Answer B, I slow down.

It's C, I yell at him.
He shouldn't be in the middle of the road.

No, answer D.

I roll down the window
and pretend I'm gonna insult him,

but then I blow a little kiss.

-Guy would be so confused.
-Well, duh, answer F.

I pretend to let him cross the street,

-but he should move or I'm gonna hit him.
-It's "E" of course...

Oh. Who's "E"?

No, Fred, that's E. As in Answer E,

-because you said D, so naturally...
-Okay!

Can I just retake my test quietly or...

Yeah. I'm sorry, okay.

No, but I should have selected
the bonus answer.

-(CHUCKLES)
-You go into reverse

and then you go full speed right into him
and yell, "Ah!"

-And then the guy's like...
-VEYRAT: You work on the weekends now?

Your racket went on all night long.

Not sure what racket you're referring to.

You're forgetting
I live right above your office.

If it continues,
I'll report you to the labor department.

(CHUCKLES) Well, excuse me,

but we find it very hard to forget
that you live just above us.

-No offense.
-What exactly are you implying?

I don't know.
What do you understand when I say that?

VEYRAT: I don't understand.

I said, "What do you understand
when I say that?"

Well, uh, explain it to me.

Well, no, I...

I understand that
you have trouble understanding.

I don't understand that.
I mean, I heard it...

-Yeah, but you understand.
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-You're the one

who can't understand, apparently.

What? I can't hear you.

I'm saying it is you who doesn't
understand anything I say.

When I say things, you can't hear...
I don't know! Whatever.

-I can't hear but I understand.
-I'm not so sure.

-I understand that you don't understand.
-Really?

Wow. You know what?
You can go straight to hell.

-You heard me.
-Say it again.

Well, sorry, I have an urgent matter
to deal with today.

So, sorry.
It's hurting, Fred. Come on.

She's in pain, or else I'd...

-VEYRAT: Sure.
-...be annoyed.

Well, I agree
it's not perfect around here,

but apart from that, it's fine.

It really pisses me off when people
can't say why they're not happy, you know?

Or at least say that the wall lights are
in the wrong place or it's too green.

Yeah, maybe it's too much.
Yeah, it's green.

I love green. What, are you gonna sue me?
I love it.

(SNAPS FINGERS) I'm going to confront him.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Because maybe he'll have some
constructive comments for you.

I know a lot about the Internet.

I've been surfing the web
for three years now.

-Heck, yeah!
-Yeah.

Anyway, okay.

"Coconut12 sir,

"I'm deeply sorry for
the inconvenience caused."

-"Inconvenience." Is that good?
-Yes. Very good.

"Inconvenience caused
due to this experience."

-Uh, but...
-"Could you..."

-"Could you communicate..."
-Yeah. "Please. Please."

Yeah, okay.
"Please." Thank you, Em.

"Give me the reason
for your dissatisfaction,

"in order for me to improve my services."

This is good!

-Terrific, Fred.
-Boom! In your face! La, la, la!

So, back off, dude. (BLOWS RASPBERRY)

-Right on, bro!
-(EMMA LAUGHS)

-(NOTIFICATION CHIMES)
-Whoa, hey...

What? Wait, what're they saying?

BOTH: "Why would you reply to my comment?

"Review the anatomy
of the human body instead."

He's crazy. Rude!

Who would do this for no reason?

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

(GASPS) There are two new zeros
on Papa's webpage.

It dropped to 1.4 out of five.

We can't let this happen.
We're going to kick your butt, Peanut84!

Coconut12.

On the 12th, he saw Mrs. Petrovitch.

It wouldn't be her. She's way too kind.

One time I saw her come home
from the store with coconuts.

I have 400 pages to go here.

I told you a thousand times
to watch the show. It's much quicker.

Yeah, you're right.

-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
-Whoa!

This guy just goes on and on!

Treat headaches with aspirin,
NOT a head massage.

Oh, yeah? All right then.
Well, you know what?

Perhaps you've had too many head massages
and your brain has shrunk now.

-Beam! It's sent.
-(CELL PHONE CHIMES IN DISTANCE)

Oh.

I know that it's him. Definitely Veyrat.

Okay, buddy. It's on.

-Oh, Marco, Marco!
-Hello, Frédéric.

Yeah, hi. Come over here. Come here.
Yeah. Come here.

-Hide, hide, hide. Hide here.
-MARCO: What? What is it?

-It's Veyrat.
-Mr. Veyrat? What'd he do? What?

He's the one being so rude on my website.

Online,
he's leaving me insulting comments

and giving me
the most horrible ratings.

-Really?
-It's him! It's Veyrat!

Here. Let me show you.

-I gotta go.
-No, no!

On its way. Three, two, one...

-Bam!
-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

-He just got it! Huh?
-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Oh, sorry. My mom.

Oh, I like your mom.

-She's great. She's really awesome.
-Mmm. Mmm.

Give her a giant hug
from Fred 'cause I mean,

if I was 15 years older...
Well, I mean...

-Easy.
-Oh, no, I'm sorry, it's just 'cause...

-I gotta go, okay?
-Yeah, yeah, sure. Of course.

-Um, okay. Later on, Fred.
-Give your mom a big hug for me.

-Good luck.
-Yeah, okay.

Veyrat, game on.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

From: REPLY75 - He iz the BEST
osteopatetician in all of paris!

That's not Veyrat.

(BOTH GASPING)

Wow. How's it going? You good?

-Yeah.
-Great.

Okay, cool. Anything to report?
Hmm?

No.

How's Reply75 doing?
I haven't heard from them in a while.

How did you know?

So I may not be the best
osteopathologist in Paris,

but I do recognize your English
still needs work, okay?

I am your father! Hello?

It's not right.

Don't get wrapped up
in the nasty game of Internet ratings.

I'm telling you that it sucks!

But what I said is a fact.
You're the best.

And that's great, honey.
But that's called cheating. Okay?

Like, for example, you went to get your
phone to play the Smicks... Stims.

But that's not true.
I didn't play the game.

-FRED: Hmm. Really?
-Right, Vic?

-Right, Vic?
-VICTOIRE: Yeah.

So how's the reading going
around here?

Oh, yeah, great!
In fact, I'm right at the part where,

-there's the old princess who's German...
-Russian.

-German?
-VICTOIRE: Russian!

-She's mixed race.
-VICTOIRE: Yeah, Russian.

-She's a mixed-race princess.
-VICTOIRE: You're right, mixed-race.

-She catches a train and...
-(CHUCKLING)

Wow.

-...gives the German governess...
-Okay, okay.

-BOTH: Money.
-She's a Russian-German.

It makes me upset that you're lying to me.
So, let's just forget it.

No, you keep this and read it.

The other...

The other book. The one where we can
magnify the letters and everything there.

There we go. Romy?

(LAUGHING)

Are you seriously trying to hide it
right in front of me?

This and this. These are for me now.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

SUNDAY

"On damp roads,
what is the distance to stop

"at 50 kilometers an hour?"
But the distance from what?

I think it's 42.
Anyway it's my practice test,

and 42 is the best one. Oh, yeah.

Uh-oh.

Score
4/40

When did you get your license, Emma?

No, that's just because it's a simulation.

Hey, you know what?
We need to get out of cyberspace.

We have to get out into the world
and test the theories ourselves.

We'll take a bicycle and then
test everything IRL, in real life.

You'll see, this will help!

Maybe we could on the way stop and
treat ourselves to a little bubble tea?

Yeah.

-Yeah sure, if it's on the way, okay.
-Mmm-hmm.

You listen to me, you little Veyrat!

What you did was not right!

You're gonna be sorry.

You're gonna be sorry, Coconut-12!

You thought I wouldn't recognize you, huh?

Poor Veyrat. Oh, my poor guy.

You're human garbage.

You're a fatso.

No, if I say fatso,
he's gonna feel bad 'cause he is.

(FRED GRUNTING)

(FRED CONTINUES GRUNTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, hey.

It's Sunday and quiet.
Stan is reading...

You're all reading.
There's nothing normal about what I see.

Romy had a great idea to divide
the reading in thirds.

I read the start,
and she reads the end.

That way, I'll be able to finish
my oral presentation.

Okay, and Stan?

Well, Romy doesn't read
very fast either, so...

Well, we're sharing.
Me, I'm on page 97, you know.

I didn't really understand it,
but, anyway, it's not a bad idea.

ROMY: This isn't cheating, Papa.
It's teamwork.

We're a team.

'Cause at school, every time we do
a group task together,

-we always get a gold star.
-Yeah.

Oh, and what role could your father play?
I'm good at yelling.

That's a great idea, right?

-You seem to be very thirsty.
-You think I'm thirsty?

-STAN: Well...
-I'm just thirsty for revenge, buddy!

-Did you find out who it was?
-You know it.

Mr. Veyrat!

What'd he do? He seems okay to me.

-He gave a zero out of five to Papa.
-So what? It's the average.

Zero out of five is five out of ten.

-FRED AND ROMY: What?
-Look it up. No worries.

Zero out of five is the average from
which school? Which school is that from?

If you add five on one side,
five on the other, that's five out of ten.

-Dude, we get a zero.
-STAN: Yeah.

That makes it zero out of five.

-Yeah. And add two on both sides.
-ROMY: No, you have to multiply.

-Add it to both sides...
-It is. That's right.

Just forget it.

He gave me a zero.
I'll make him into a zero.

But Mr. Veyrat will never give up.
He's t*rture.

Of course he'll give up.
Of course he will.

We have to be more discreet
to catch him red handed.

Got an idea?

-Yeah.
-That's my girl!

You're back at the top.
You're now in third place.

And you, Stan, you're out.
You're not counted.

Huh?

Are we sure about the wig though?

-Well, yeah.
-I think it looks good on you.

-Yes!
-He's coming, he's coming!

Okay.

Go, go, man. Go, go! Ow!

-Be careful, man.
-Ow, ow.

(STAN EXCLAIMING)

Hello. How are you?

I'm not doing too well.
Because, actually, I'm a musician.

-I play on the stage.
-Yeah?

And all of a sudden,
I jump and go, bam, bam, bam!

This cracks and I can't move.

They said, "Go see Frédéric Mercier."
He works here?

-Mmm-hmm.
-Yeah.

Apparently he's always here
with his girls in the building.

-Yeah.
-So, I'm gonna see him.

He heals with his hands,
bing, bing, bang, bong.

It'll hurt even more.

You know, "Catastrophic clinic.
See a real doctor."

One point ten, we can agree, right?

-Uh, no.
-No?

No, I'm surprised.

Fred Mercier is a pretty good osteopath.

-Oh, really?
-As a neighbor, he's a total pain.

But as an osteo, no. He's very good.
He cured my sciatica.

Oh, really?

Wow! So you'd never rate him
a zero out of five stars on his web page?

-No. Not in a million years.
-No way.

In fact, I gave him a three out of five.

-Oh, really?
-Yes, I did.

And the last time
I gave three out of five,

was on the website
for the French Film Library.

For their excellent documentary
on Nelson Mandela.

Oh, really? Mandela's an osteopath
in Paris too, huh?

Uh...

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

-Whoa, hey!
-No, no, no, no, no!

Traffic signal's broken, who has priority?

There's a vehicle coming from the right
they have priority, so I yield.

-Yes! That's my smart, young lady.
-Right?

-There? Go.
-Yeah, sure.

Really? That's it?

Come on.
Gotta try to keep up with the old lady!

Hey! Emma, watch out!
You're gonna hit the guy!

Did you ever take lessons
on this instrument?

-No, never. Sounds great, huh?
-No.

Well, um,
you're only playing one note, Stan.

Well, yeah, yeah.

Fred! Hey, we need you over here.

-FRED: Clara, what's wrong?
-EMMA: Lean on me.

-What happened?
-I hit him on my bicycle.

I got knocked down too once but
eventually, I found the love of my life.

I don't care about love!

-Marco...
-MARCO: What?

-Come on.
-Leave me...

Leave me alone. Don't touch me!

I just want to help
because I can cure you.

I'm an osteopath, so I can...

Come on, Marco. Let's go.

EMMA: I gotcha.

All right. Cool.

Let me help you because...

-No, it's okay!
-Okay, it's all right.

Okay, well see now?

You're getting better, huh?

-Just relax, okay? Whoa. Here we go.
-(MARCO PANTING)

Ten, nine...

-Boom! That's it.
-(MARCO SCREAMS)

I countdown like this
so you don't know what's going on.

-(EMMA AND FRED CHUCKLE)
-Well, is it in place now?

Well, yes, it's completely in place.
Compare it.

(CHUCKLES)
It's like I have two right feet.

That's right.

I'm going to text my mom.
I don't want her to worry.

-Can I have the phone?
-Yeah, sure.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

(EMMA CLEARS THROAT)

-Hmm?
-Uh, excuse me,

I never do this...

But could you give me a little rating
on my website? A positive rating on my...

-(CHUCKLES)
-FRED: ...website.

I, uh... Well, I know.

-But I don't know how to do it.
-You don't?

-How to give a review? It's simple.
-EMMA: You don't know how to go online?

No. But I'll ask a, uh...

-No, no. I'll show you.
-But no.

-I'll ask a friend!
-No, you can do it.

We'll show you how you can give a rating.
Give it to me.

Stop it. Hey!

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

FREDERIC MERCIER
I'll find out who you are COCONUT12!

What? Is that...

What? It's him, he's Coconut12!

-No way!
-But that's crazy!

You've never come for a treatment before.
I've never treated you in my life!

So how can you possibly give me
any ratings? That's totally insane!

Maybe because you're after my mother?

-Huh?
-What?

"Oh, Fred here, Fred there!"
(GIBBERS) You're such a jerk!

Okay, if I'm a quack, I'll just put it
back the way it was before then.

-I'll put it back the way it was, okay?
-MARCO: No, no! Hey!

-No, no, wait!
-(FRED YELLING)

Fred, Fred! Stop!

-How old are you?
-"How old are you?" He's the one.

MARCO: How old are you?

Hey, how old are you, too? You're lucky
to be here because of your mother.

And to call Fred a terrible osteopath
won't make you look good in her eyes.

-That's my wife!
-EMMA: Huh?

And your mother has
the right to see an osteopath

of whom she appreciates
the work and the humor.

-I love you!
-EMMA: But you know what?

As a child psychologist, I think
your mother would be really disappointed

to learn what it is you did.

-(INHALES SHARPLY)
-Huh?

-So disappointed.
-You're right. Okay, I'm going.

No, wait! Don't tell her.
Otherwise, she'll k*ll me!

-I'm not joking.
-Not joking now?

But on the Internet, you can joke,
hurt people, and say what you want?

Personally, I only see one solution.

I don't have the...

-Okay.
-Come on, "Coconut12"...

Start deleting.

You'll give a positive review.

Ultra-positive.

Four out of five, for example.

EMMA: Five out of five.

-That's too much. It'll look too...
-EMMA: No.

You're right. That's my wife!

And that's how Hercule Poirot ends up
unmasking the real culprit

because from the beginning,
it was all about...

(WHISPERING) German governess.

The Russian governess!

-She's German!
-German! Yeah, mmm-hmm.

Okay, then.
Oh, my God.

Do you know the woman's name?

Uh...

Well...

I don't know, I'm not done
with the second episode.

The series is really great!

FRED: I shall listen to you,
the "black mark" queen,

when you stop cheating!

But I didn't cheat in school, Papa!

You won't even give me
a chance to explain it.

Okay, what was the problem? Tell me.

It was Sarah-Jane.

She hadn't studied.

So I passed her my worksheet
so she'd be my friend.

Because I love her.

It's so unfair. I won't do it again.

But I'll still be punished for it.

Punished because I did a friend a favor.

(SIGHS)

You know what?

I'm gonna talk to your teacher.

But she still might keep your black mark.

The thing is, cheating is dishonest.

But I'd do it as well
if I saw someone struggle.

That doesn't make it right.
But it's cool, I'm proud of you.

How's driver's ed going?

It's going well,
25 errors, I'm getting better.

(LAUGHS)

Actually, I've had some great improvement.

-Wow.
-CLARA: You know what?

I really wanna get my driver's license.

Well, you should get
your walking license as well.

I'd rather have a driver's license.

But look into it.

Because you seem to be heading
in that direction.

I really hope you can get
your walking license!

Speaking of walking...

Your website rating has gone way up, man!

Since Coconut gave you a better grade,
you're a four out of five.

Go see Veyrat, if he changes his three,
bam! You're on top.

But he shouldn't have to change anything.

I love his rating.

He's great, he's powerful,
I think it's cool.

That makes it an average of four
out of five for me, which is great!

-Am I right, Vic?
-Oh, yeah.

That's 16 out of 20.

-Bam!
-No, that can't be 16 out of 20.

-It is!
-ROMY AND VICTOIRE: It is!

No, four out of five,

-that makes it nine out of ten.
-What the heck?

Four to five is one. Okay?

From nine to ten, the remainder is one.

From 16 to 20, the remainder is four!
The four is where?

How do you manage
to get through your days?

STAN: It's all about
the basic principle of flushing.

If you add water, it balances out!

-What does that have to do with...
-When we add water then...

Amazing. The guy's re-inventing math!
Genius!

(DOORBELL RINGS)

-Good evening, Frédéric!
-Oh! Good evening!

Don't want to bother you.

But I brought you a cake
to apologize on behalf of my son.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

MARCO: Mother!

Oh, dear!

-He's not happy, huh?
-(BOTH LAUGHING)

Well, thanks. I'll let you get back to...
To your house for...

-Bye!
-Thank you.

Wow.