MASTER TAILOR: I could not come sooner, and I put twenty men to
work on your suit.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: You sent me some silk hose so small that I had
all the difficulty in the world putting them on, and already there
are two broken stitches.
MASTER TAILOR: They get bigger, too much so.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes, if I always break the stitches. You also
had made for me a pair of shoes that pinch furiously.
MASTER TAILOR: Not at all, sir.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: How, not at all!
MASTER TAILOR: No, they don't pinch you at all.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I tell you, they pinch me.
MASTER TAILOR: You imagine that.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I imagine it because I feel it. That's a good
reason for you!
MASTER TAILOR: Wait, here is the finest court-suit, and the best
matched. It's a masterpiece to have invented a serious suit that is
not black. And I give six attempts to the best tailors to equal
it.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: What's this? You've put the flowers upside
down.
MASTER TAILOR: You didn't tell me you wanted them right side up.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Did I have to tell you that?
MASTER TAILOR: Yes, surely. All the people of quality wear them
this way.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: The people of quality wear the flowers upside
down?
MASTER TAILOR: Yes, Sir.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Oh! It's alright then.
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