. . . if the Art is noble, the critique is saintly . . .

M. Prudhomme: "Hooray for the third class carriages, where you can be asphyxiated but never assassinated!"

"Ah! Excuse me"

"He's so amiable like that, Dodore..."

The New Talma Cloak, So Named Because It Gives the Wearer a Look of High Comedy

"So tell me, papa Drouillet"

Mademoiselle Bécat at the Cafe des Ambassadeurs

You Will Remain Outside

The Amateur of Melons

The Inspection of the Cavalry

Gère m'am'celle, fod'dit pillet n'est blis tant mes mains . . .

In rehearsal: There you are at last, a monster wallowing in sin.

Rifolard is More Captiving Than Ever...