Julie And Julia Page #10

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Don't you think?

It's like there's this whole group of people

who are sort of connected to me.

They need me in some way.

Like, if I didn't write,

they would really be upset.

They'd probably take, like, poison,

try to kill themselves.

Julia.

Are you still making hats?

Oh, no, I abandoned it.

But I am ready to graduate

from the Cordon Bleu.

I can't get the damn woman

who runs the school to schedule the test.

Madame Brassart?

Is that the woman you are speaking of?

She is a b*tch.

She is, you're right.

I think she's almost the only person

in the world I honestly can't stand.

She is not the only person I can't stand.

Do you two know each other?

You should. Julia Child, Simone Beck.

- Simca.

- Simca, how do you do?

And this is my friend Louisette Bertholle.

I can't believe you haven't met.

Simca and Louisette are writing a cookbook.

- For Americans.

- Really?

Why do you need to take a stupid test?

So I can get a diploma. So I can teach.

You don't need a diploma to teach.

You're probably right.

- Avis says the same thing.

- Who is Avis?

My friend, Avis De Voto,

who lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

She's very wise.

But I can't help it. I want a diploma.

I am very conventional.

I don't know what to do.

Well, why don't you write

to the horrible Madame Brassart

and threaten her?

Threaten her? With what?

The United States of America.

Yes!

Tell her the American ambassador

personally wants you

to take the examination.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I couldn't do that. Heavens, no!

The American ambassador.

Hardly even know the man.

Of course you can.

Dear Madame Brassart,

everyone at the American embassy,

including my dear friend the ambassador,

will be very surprised if I'm not allowed

to take my examination.

You will write the recipes

for oeufs mollets.

Ctelettes de veau en surprise,

et crme renverse au caramel.

Ctelettes de veau en surprise.

I had no idea

what veal en surprise was. None.

Cooked it in class.

It's a veal chop with mushrooms in a bag.

A paper bag. That's the surprise.

You open the bag, surprise!

Veal and mushrooms, it's just

I've never flunked a test in my entire life.

- I am an A student.

- You can ask to take it again.

- I can?

- Of course.

Meanwhile, you can come teach with us.

Gosh!

Is it true you plan to teach?

Yes, we're going to teach

Americans in Paris how to cook.

Madame Child, I must tell you,

you have no real talent for cooking.

But the Americans

will never know the difference.

We are, I am sorry to say, entering aspics.

An aspic is sort of a beef-flavored

Jell-O mold.

Doesn't that sound delicious?

I can't imagine

why no one makes them anymore.

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