Saturday Night Live Transcripts
Season 31: Episode 3
05c: Catherine Zeta-Jones / Franz Ferdinand
Creighton Boys School
Señora Anne Van Patten…..Amy Poehler
Frau Roz Wells…..Rachel Dratch
Madame Hillary Decroix…..Catherine Zeta-Jones
Dennis…..Finesse Mitchell
Boy…..Andy Samberg
Michael…..Kenan Thompson
Mr. Matthew Nelson…..Seth Meyers
Stan Wells…..Horatio Sanz
[open on exterior of school with chiseled stone sigh: “Creighton Boys School”]
[dissolve to interior of teachers’ louge, with Frau Wells seated and eating a sandwich, Signora Van Patten enters]
Señora Van Patten: Ugh.
Frau Wells: How’s your day going, Señora Van Patten?
Señora Van Patten: Not too hot, Frau Wells. I’m down to two students in my noon Spanish class. Two!
Frau Wells: My morning German class got canceled.
Señora Van Patten: This is ridiculous. How can one new teacher make all our boys love French so much?
Madame Decroix: [entering, calling out into hallway] Merci, Jean-Claude! Asseyez! Asseyez-bon mon cherie-la! [closes door] Bonjour. Bonjour. Bonjour, Señora Van Patten, Frau Wells. Ça va?
Señora Van Patten: We, uh, we don’t speak French, so we don’t understand what you’re saying.
Madame Decroix: Oh, quelle dommage! I am so sorry. You know, when I’m speaking French all day in class, you forget you’re speaking a foreign language.
Frau Wells: No, I don’t have that problem.
Señora Van Patten: Yeah, neither do I and neither did Nancy. You know Nancy, the last French teacher?
Madame Decroix: Oh, yes, I’m so sorry when you lose a colleague. What was she like, Nancy?
Señora Van Patten: Just, you know, so wonderfully plain. A simple, no-frills lady. Overweight, but she didn’t care about that. You know, you knew what you were getting with Nancy.
Madame Decroix: And what happened to her?
Señora Van Patten: She got drunk and slapped a student.
[Dennis enters]
Madame Decroix: Ah! Fire Marshall Denis! Ça va? Ah, mon cherie-la! [kisses him on each cheek]
Dennis: Oh, wait, okay, I can do this. Ça va bien.
Madame Decroix: Ah! [applauds] Bravo, Fire Marshall Denis!
Dennis: [applauds as well, then composes himself] Okay, now look. I’ve done everything I could, but you can’t have more than sixty kids in those rooms.
Madame Decroix: Oh, quelle dommage. Mais, merçi pour essayer, eh? Merçi beaucoup.
Dennis: Oh, no problem.
Señora Van Patten: You understood that?
Dennis: Didn’t need to. [to Madame Decroix] Au revoir. [waves]
Madame Decroix: Au revoir. [waves, Dennis exits] What a nice man. And what nice boys in this school. I’ve never met students so eager to learn a language.
Frau Wells: Really? Hunh.
[boys enter, calling Madame Decroix’s name]
Madame Decroix: Oh, calmez-vous, mes enfants! Calmez-vous, calmez-vous!
Boy: We have a question.
Madame Decroix: Oui?
Boy: How do you say “lunch?”
Madame Decroix: Déjuner.
Michael: And “breakfast?”
Madame Decroix: Petit déjuner.
Boy: See, dude, I told you.
Señora Van Patten: Hi, guys. Good to see you again.
Boy: [mumbling] Oh, hey.
Michael: [mumbling] Oh, hey, Ms. Van Patten.
Señora Van Patten: En español, por favor.
Michael: In Spanish? Holo?
Señora Van Patten: No, hola! [disappointed] I had you for three years, Miguel.
Michael: My name is Michel now, s’il vous plaît!
Señora Van Patten: Okay, it’s time for you guys to leave. You can’t be in the teachers’ lounge. [walks to door and opens it] Goodbye.
Both Boys: [exiting] Viva la France!
Madame Decroix: Such enthusiasm for languages, huh?
Señora Van Patten: [flatly] Yeah.
Mr. Nelson: [entering, carrying books] Ah, bonjour, Hilarie!
Madame Decroix: Ah, bonjour, Matthieu! [they kiss on both cheeks] Ça va, mon cherie-la?
Mr. Nelson: Yeah, Ça va bien. [to Señora Van Patten] Hey.
Frau Wells: Hi, Mr. Nelson.
Señora Van Patten: Ugh.
Mr. Nelson: Anyway, voulez-vous aller á le cinéma ce soir?
Madame Decroix: Mais, oui, j’attend. Mais, maintenant, j’ai besoin de…pee-pee. [giggles]
Mr. Nelson: Ah, dépêchez, ma chère!
Madame Decroix: Toute suite! [exits stage right]
Frau Wells: Hey, how long have you spoken French, Matthew? I thought you only knew Latin.
Mr. Nelson: No, I’ve known French for a long time.
Señora Van Patten: Really? Long time, yeah? What’s this? [grabs French textbook from under his arm] Wow. Known it a long time?
Mr. Nelson: Well, long enough, Señorita.
Señora Van Patten: It’s Señora.
Mr. Nelson: Oh! I thought when you get divorced, it changes back.
Señora Van Patten: Are you already sleeping with her?
Mr. Nelson: As they say in Latin, veni vidi vici.
Señora Van Patten: Keep laughing, buddy. Soon, you’re not going to have any students, either.
Mr. Nelson: Well, you’d totally be right, if Latin wasn’t a required class. There isn’t really an appropriate Latin phrase for this, so let me leave you ladies with [slams fist in the air] BOOYAH! [backs towards door with his arms spread and exits]
Madame Decroix: [returns] Oh, Matthieu left?
Señora Van Patten: Yeah, he did. And I should warn you about that guy. He has a bit of a reputation.
Madame Decroix: Oh, don’t worry. No, the French and France has made me open to things. He’s told me all about his ex-lovers.
Señora Van Patten: Oh, you know, your lack of hang-ups is just so refreshing.
Frau Wells: Be careful, Anne.
Señora Van Patten: No, Roz! I can’t hold it in anymore! Hey, Hillary?
Madame Decroix: Hilarie. The “H” is silent.
Señora Van Patten: Okay, the “H” is silent? In that case, ‘Ilary, your perfume makes you smell like a ‘oooker!
[Mr. Wells enters]
Stan Wells: Um, hello, ladies. Could you help me? Where would one drop off a lunch for my son? He raced out this morning; he plum forgot it.
Madame Decroix: Who’s your son?
Stan Wells: Bobby Wells.
Madame Decroix: Oh! Bobby Wells! Oh, my prize pupil. [runs the back of her hand over his cheek] I can see where he gets his good looks.
Stan Wells: Oh. [chuckles] You must be Madame Decroix. Oh, he never stops talking about you. And let me tell you something, the picture on his cell phone does not do you justice.
Madame Decroix: Mr. Wells, why don’t you try the cafeteria?
Stan Wells: [chuckles in a low growl] Thank you. [turns to Frau Wells] What time you getting home, honey?
Frau Wells: 4 o’clock, Stan. Same as every day.
Stan Wells: All right. [turns disinterestedly and exits]
[bell rings]
Madame Decroix: Ah, back to the grind, my friends. I shall see you soon. [bends over to pick up some books] Les livres.
Señora Van Patten: Uh-huh.
Madame Decroix: Merci beaucoup! Á toute suite! [exits]
Señora Van Patten: Where’s the closest bar, Roz?
Frau Wells: I have Scotch in my desk.
Señora Van Patten: [grabs sombrero from table] Let’s hit it.
[both exit]
Submitted by: DavidK93
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