You obviously haven't met our host, Monsieur Savage. No, thank God! You know, I think I'd...

[Lorna sees Sauvage the Frenchman standing just behind English, who thinks that he's just another waiter in the party, not knowing that it's truly Sauvage, who also listens to everything they say] Lorna Campbell: You obviously haven't met our host, Monsieur Savage. Johnny English: No, thank God! You know, I think I'd rather have my bottom impaled on a giant cactus than exchange pleasantries with that jumped-up Frenchman. As far as I'm concerned, the only thing the French should be allowed to host is an invasion. [English chuckles, then attemps to take a drink out of his glass, but just then notices Sauvage standing right behind him, not realizing that it's actually him instead of just one of the waiters, and that he has just heard English's insult] Johnny English: [looking over at him] Sorry, can I help? Pascal Sauvage: [into English's face] Pascal Sauvage. [Sauvage reaches out to shake Lorna's hand] Pascal Sauvage: The jumped-up Frenchman. Lorna Campbell: Lorna Campbell. I've been so looking forward to meeting you. Pascal Sauvage: Enchanté. [English is now looking dumbstruck and stammering in embarrassment] Pascal Sauvage: Of course, you are Johnny English. I've heard all about you. And between you and me, I'm not so keen on the French myself.

Armed robbery, grievous bodily harm... and combined parking fines of more than 400-- Uh, yes, all right. Thank you, Bough. I think we get the picture. The point is, sir, that Vendetta and Klein... are both in the employ of Monsieur Sauvage. - Pascal Sauvage? - Precisely, sir. But you're not suggesting Sauvage is involved? I think he's more than just involved, sir. I'm convinced he's up to his French neck in it. Don't be absurd. Sauvage employs thousands of people. Just because two of them are villains doesn't mean that he is. I want him discounted from this investigation immediately. Yes, sir. All right. Tonight I shall be at Sauvage's reception for the new French ambassador. Any developments, you can reach me there. Apart from that, I don't want you within a hundred miles of the man. Absolutely, sir. Requisition order: MI7 quartermasters for immediate supply; one military transport plane, fully fueled, with permission for nighttime city over flight; two night camouflage parachutes, plus reserves, plus neoprene bodysuits, twice, in black. I've never liked the navy blue. And a 40-inch chest for me 'cause I need the sleeve length. - Morning, Felch. - Morning. Oh, and two Special Forces signet rings, primed and color-coded. - What's all this for? - For tonight's operation. We're going to break into Sauvage's headquarters. - But Pegasus said-- - Let me worry about Pegasus. I know that Sauvage is behind all this, and tonight we're going to get the evidence. - Is something wrong, sir? - Did that sound like Felch to you?