[watching Sauvage, who Johnny thinks is a waiter, standing just behind him]

You obviously haven't met our host, Monsieur Sauvage.

No, thank God! You know, I think I'd rather have my bottom impaled on a giant cactus than exchange pleasantries with that jumped-up Frenchman. As far as I'm concerned, the only thing the French should be allowed to host is an invasion.

[he chuckles, then notices Sauvage standing behind him]

Sorry, can I help?

Pascal Sauvage, jumped-up Frenchman.

Lorna Campbell. I've been so looking forward to meeting you.

Enchant?.

[Johnny stammers in embarrassment]

And of course, you're Johnny English. I've heard all about you.