Jac. Yes, if you give me plenty of money.
Har. The deuce! Always money! I think they have nothing else to say except money, money, money! Always that same word in their mouth, money! They always speak of money! It's their pillow companion, money!
Val. Never did I hear such an impertinent answer! Would you call it wonderful to provide good cheer with plenty of money? Is it not the easiest thing in the world? The most stupid could do as much. But a clever man should talk of a good supper with little money.
Jac. A good supper with little money?
Val. Yes.
Jac. (to Valère). Indeed, Mr. Steward, you will oblige me greatly by telling me your secret, and also, if you like, by filling my place as cook; for you keep on meddling here, and want to be everything.
Har. Hold your tongue. What shall we want?
Jac. Ask that of Mr. Steward, who will give you good cheer with little money.
Har. Do you hear? I am speaking to you, and expect you to answer me.
Jac. How many will there be at your table?