MADAME JOURDAIN: Nicole is right, and she has more sense than you.
I'd like to know what you think you're going to do with a Dancing
Master, at your age?
NICOLE: And with a hulking Fencing Master who comes stamping his
feet, shaking the whole house and tearing up all the floorboards in
our drawing-room.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Be quiet, both servant and wife!
MADAME JOURDAIN: Is it that you're learning to dance for the time
when you'll have no legs to dance on?
NICOLE: Do you want to kill someone?
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Quiet, I tell you! You are ignorant women, both
of you, and you don't know the advantages of all this.
MADAME JOURDAIN: You should instead be thinking of marrying off
your daughter, who is of an age to be provided for.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I'll think of marrying off my daughter when a
suitable match comes along, but I also want to learn about fine
things.
NICOLE: I heard said, Madame, that today he took a Philosophy
Master to thicken the soup!
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Very well. I have a wish to have wit and to
reason about things with decent people.
MADAME JOURDAIN: Don't you intend, one of these days, to go to
school and have yourself whipped at your age?
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Why not? Would to God I were whipped this minute
in front of everyone, if I only knew what they learn at school!
NICOLE: Yes, my faith! That would get you into better shape.
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