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EXTRACT: Step this way. Par ici! Qui, c'est .ya, par ici, Monsieur. That's right Lift your feet Get cracking. You know, sometimes I miss my days in the military when I didn't have to yell myself hoarse: every day to entertain a band of idiots who don't understand what hunger means. Look at you all Man Dieu. Born with a silver spoon in your mouths -yo1i look as if you never took yours out. Madame. This way, that's right. par ici! Approchez. Par ici, Monsieur! Silver spoons, Messieurs-dames. Like that bastard Lautrec. You know? The little fellow.