[Holding freshly made hot dogs at the fair]

This is the singly most disgusting concoction in the culinary annals.

That didn't stop you eating a dozen of them every 4th of July when you were a boy, Elliott.

Well, this quaint little village may have been the place of my birth, but after 15 years in Paris, I have come to regard that as a most unfortunate accident of genetics.

[laughing]

Oh, Elliot, you are the biggest snob in the world!

I sincerely hope so.

Nice looking dog you've got there, Unc!

Oh, how I envy you, young man. Off to Paris, the City of Light. You know, I really ought to provide you with a few introductions. I could put you in touch with some of the most elite members of the European aristocracy while you're there.