R: (loudly, at restaurant) We are not supposed to eat dog poop!
Mater: (laughing) Oh God, it’s her maxims.
Pater: Her what?
Mater: Maxims. Like La Rochefoucauld.
Pater: Oh! “Il faut ne pas manger de la merde du chien.”
Mater: (as critic) “It combines the very worst qualities of the French: sententiousness, and an obsession with filth.”