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- Of course.

And he brought me back some plants.

Some violets. African violets.

- The violets.

- Mm.

- Mm-hmm.

And, uh, where did you live,

Mr Faur, before the marriage?

Oh, all over the place, you see, um...

In the park, one night.

- And, uh, where do you work?

- Pardon?

My husband's a composer. He's working

on an important composition right now...

based on his African research.

A composer?

We don't, uh, have a note of that.

And, uh, you write, what?

Uh, rock 'n' roll?

Ballet. I write for the ballet.

Ballet.

Your statement

on your passport application

said you had no criminal convictions.

Is that a true and correct statement?

Of course.

You speak French, Mrs Faur?

Not really. Not exactly.

No barrier to love, though, hmm?

Well, that about does it.

We're sorry to have troubled you.

There's been a major clampdown

on illegal aliens...

marrying for residency status

and a green card.

It's come down from the top.

The White House.

Well, you don't want

to get the wrong type.

- Precisely.

- We understand.

As a matter of curiosity,

how did you two meet?

I'm sure it was very romantic.

- We... You go ahead.

- Well, uh... No, you, please.

- We just...

- Please, you... We sort of crashed

into each other. Boom!

- Like that.

- Goodness.

- Yes, I was, uh, carrying

a lot of parcels, and...

- Parcels?

- Yes, parcels.

And then I-I picked them up, and...

- A-A-And... And Anton...

- Don't forget about Anton.

- Ah, Anton, yes.

- He was with Georges, and I knew him.

- Anton, yes. Yes, he also helped

pick up the parcels.

Yes, but the point is, darling,

is that he introduced us.

Oh, that's right. He did.

He did, yes. Anton.

- And?

- Well...

- So, and...

- Ah, it was raining. And, uh...

- Oh, yes! We got soaked.

I took one of her parcels

when I pick up mine.

- Oh, you had parcels too?

- Ah.

Uh, everyone had parcels.

So many parcels.

So, uh, I-I-I...

I picked up one of hers.

- By mistake.

- Yes, so I had, uh, my parcels...

and, uh, her parcel...

and I was, uhh...

staggering around, like this.

And, uh...

Uh... Uh...

- Somebody better get the telephone.

- It couldn't be for me.

Well, it could be, dear,

but don't worry. I'll get it.

We don't want to have a husband-and-wife

fight in front of our guests.

Hello? Phil!

You're still upstate, aren't you?

- No, I'm not glad you're still there.

- Do go on, Mr Faur.

- Phil, I can't talk right now.

- Hmm?

The parcels? You were up to

where you had her parcels.

- Oh, yes. Yes.

- Oh! I'm excited.

- So I found this extra parcel.

- Can I call you back?

I knew I had 9, and now 10.

I say, "What was going on?"

I say to myself.

And I-I open it, and it was, um,

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