Edmund: Vivre, indeed. Now, what I'm looking for, Mrs M, is a particular kind of frenchy -- namely, one who is transparently obsessed with Argentina but also short on brain cells......
Miggins: Ah, well, I've got just the fellow for you -- over there by the window: The Comte de Frou Frou.
[Shot of Frou Frou holding -- and looking oddly at -- a huge suspicious-looking sausage.]
Miggins: He's pretty down on his luck, and he's made that horse's willy last all morning.
Edmund: Oh, good. Baldrick, we have struck garlic!