Hola!

Don't tell me. Ya didn't know it was loaded.

Sylvie! Oh.

Can't he do something constructive, like start an avalanche or something?

Va jouer, mon cheri.

When you start to eat like this, something is the matter.

Sylvie, I'm getting a divorce.

What? From Charles? He's the only husband I have.

I've tried to make it work, really I have, but - But what?

I can't explain. It's just that I'm too miserable to go on any longer like this.

It is infuriating that your unhappiness does not turn to fat.

But I don't understand. Why do you want a divorce?

Because I don't love him. And he obviously doesn't love me.

That's no reason to get a divorce.

With a rich husband and this year's clothes...

you won't find it difficult to make some new friends.

I admit I came to Paris to escape American provincial...

but that doesn't mean I'm ready for French traditional.

I loathe the whole idea of divorce, Sylvie.

But if only Charles had been honest with me.