NICOLE: Oh Well, U.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: What do you do?
NICOLE: I say U.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes, but, when you say U, what do you do?
NICOLE: I do what you tell me to.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Oh, how strange it is to have to deal with
morons! You thrust your lips out and bring your lower jaw to your
upper jaw: U, see? U. Do you see? I make a pout: U.
NICOLE: Yes, that's beautiful.
MADAME JOURDAIN: How admirable.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: But it's quite another thing, if you have seen
O, and D, D, and F, F.
MADAME JOURDAIN: What is all this rigmarole?
NICOLE: What does all this do for us?
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: It enrages me when I see these ignorant women.
MADAME JOURDAIN: Go, go, you ought to send all those people packing
with their foolishness.
NICOLE: And above all, that great gawk of a Fencing Master, who
ruins all my work with dust.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Well! This Fencing Master seems to get under
your skin. I'll soon show you how impertinent you are.(He has the
foils brought and gives one to Nicole). There. Demonstration: The
line of the body. When your opponent thrusts in quarte, you need
only do this, and when they thrust in tierce, you need only do
this. That is the way never to be killed, and isn't it fine to be
assured of what one does, when fighting against someone? There,
thrust at me a little, to see.
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