Michel: Stop. Don't move. Let me see you caress the syrup with your tongue.
Will: Why don't you let me see you caress a Tic Tac with your tongue?
Michel: When you are angry, your whole face, it has such character.
Will: Well, look, why don't you get up out of my character while I'm eating.
Michel: I must rush to the easel while the hostility is still fresh.