Madame Thénardier:
[to male customer]
I used to dream that I would meet a prince, but God Almighty, have you seen what's happened since?
Thénardier:
[defensive as others stare at him]
What? What?
Madame Thénardier:
Master of the house isn't worth my spit. Comforter, philosopher, and life-long shit. Cunning little brain; regular Voltaire. Thinks he's quite a lover, but there's not much there.
[All stare at his crotch]
Madame Thénardier:
[pretending to cry]
What a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse.
[She takes the man's purse while he's distracted]
Madame Thénardier:
[suddenly cheering up]
God knows how I've lasted living with this bastard in the house!
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