Where is my woman.
Priestess: excuse moi.
I am not a woman,
I am a priestess.
Pharaoh: with this ice cream and everything I will like a twenty years old again.
Priestess: you have a problem, we are here to help.
Pharaoh: you heard, you can guess.
Priestess: we don't shop together,
I can't think what it is.
Pharaoh: how can I go to my kingdom?
Priestess: magic happens.
You can buy a plane ticket, twenty hours flight.
Pharaoh: what school did you go?
Priestess: New Kingdom?
Tutmoses?
Pharaoh: that's skilled.
Qui madame.
Priestess: merci bocoup!
Do you speak French?
Parle pas bien le francais?
Pharaoh: non, tres peu ...
I don't know how to start.
Priestess: I don't know how to start too!
Le francias langue of l'amour.
