Duke d'Escargot: I warn you gentlemen, I am not to be trifled with. To pull the tail of a lion is to open the mouth of trouble and reveal the teeth of revenge biting the tongue of deceit.
The Narrator: Paris, France, 1789. Thirty years later, under the reign of Louis XVI, longstanding grievances between aristocrat and peasant were about to boil over. The pot in which these troubles boiled was kindled with the firewood of oppression and injustice and heated by the flames that sucked the air from gasping peasants. Would the pot cool off, would it merely simmer, or would it boil over in the kitchen of France - to stain the floor of history forever?
Duke de Sisis: Do you know who I am?
Andre Coupe: Oh yes. The Duke de Sisis, the scrounge of Corsica.
Duke De Sisis: The scourge of Corsica, you ignorant peasant.
Helene de Sisis: I'm sorry Philippe, I try my best to please you.
Philippe de Sisis: How? You can't hunt, you can't ride, you can't shoot, you can't fence! What kind of a marriage is this?