Jacques: You know, when you showed me the plans in Paris, I could not believe that we should be the first men who would fly.
Joseph: Yes ... it's wonderful.
Jacques: I am so excited I could hardly wash.
Joseph: Yes ... I too have had some difficulty washing these past few days.
Jacques: Still, what is washing when we are on the verge of a great scientific breakthrough?
Joseph: Jacques...
Jacques: Yes, Joseph...
Joseph: I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now.
Jacques: What do you mean? You must have been washing your face?
Joseph: Oh yes, my face, I wash my face... but my legs... my stomach ... my chest, they're filthy.
Jacques: Well, I don't wash my stomach every day.
Joseph: (with increasing self-remorse) Ah, but you wash far more than me ... you are the cleaner of the Montgolfier brothers.
Jacques: This is nothing, Joseph...