When the photographer can’t even be bothered to set the candles alight, let alone straight, you know there’s a smell coming off this thing that makes them want to get it done as quickly as possible. Or he’s just been drinking.

Pierre, I think the tripod, she is not straight.

The devil take the tripod, Jean-Claude.

No, its not “eggs fried in ammonia.” That means “Fried eggs in a purse.”