Madame Page #2

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make jokes.

She even imitates Sarkozy.

She could be

the perfect guest.

Josiane is at least a 12.

You're pear-shaped

but you're not fat.

Okay, so we'll go with

the pants you have on.

It's not a good idea.

Yes. Yes.

It is a good idea.

Come on, Maria.

Come on.

We'll look back on this

and laugh one day.

It's going to be like that time

in the chalet when Rose was two

and you dressed up

like Santa.

Remember that?

With the beard.

Jacques!

Okay, there you are.

Know listen, make it not

to big and not too showy.

Just make it quick.

What about her shoes?

What size are you?

I'm an eight, madam.

- (DOORBELL RINGS)

- Oh, my God.

Just hide them.

No rich woman

wears an eight.

Louboutin doesn't even

make an eight. Stay.

Toby! Welcome to Paris.

Glad they didn't

stop you at the border.

Well, as Lord Mayor

I'm issuing visas for London.

You say the word,

Bob, I'll give you one.

London?

Where is that anyhow?

Little England.

Former Empire.

- I remember now. (SINGS) Rue Bretagna.

- That's the one.

You must be Michael.

Bob Fredericks.

Pleased to meet you.

- Nice little place you've have here.

- (DOORBELL RINGS)

Family pied de terre.

Small but cozy.

ANNE:
Hi, Toby!

Fabulous.

Hello, Michael.

My dears!

I'm sorry about

the security detail.

It's Toby's favorite

style statement.

Did you bring

your food taster?

What if we're serving

poison tonight? (CHUCKLES)

I have no news, Bob.

But calm down,

it's okay. It's okay.

Just give them another week.

It'll be fine.

- ANNE:
Antoine! Helene! Bonsoir.

- ANTOINE:
Bonsoir.

So nice to

see you again.

This place is so amazing.

HELENE:
Only you Americans

can come to this...

Ah! Steven!

I read your book.

Really?

It's so very funny. Your

father's making hole-in-one.

Anne taking all the credit.

Firing all the sexy girls.

Nothing changed. They're

still Punch and Judy.

Congratulations on the

re-election, by the way.

Yes, thank you.

Keep going, you'll be

England's first family.

Well, don't you

write about us.

Don't want the entire world knowing

about our every little secret.

Don't worry. I couldn't be more blocked

if I'd eaten a pound of cement.

Put me somewhere nice.

I have.

In the corner.

Look at that.

Homemade.

(CHUCKLES) Lovely.

The trick is to pretend you're

carrying a Chinese vase on your head.

KIDS:
Steven!

You walk tall and slow.

And you shine, Maria.

You shine.

This is not going to work.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

STEVEN:
You know baby,

it's cold outside so

I think you're going to

need an extra layer.

Mr. Steven, it's summertime.

Exactly.

It's party time.

DAVID:
Antoine, you still haven't told

me how you want to deal the press.

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