MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: No, no.

MASTER TAILOR: You have only to say so.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: No, I tell you. You've made it very well. Do you
think the suit is going to look good on me?

MASTER TAILOR: What a question! I defy a painter with his brush to
do anything that would fit you better. I have a worker in my place
who is the greatest genius in the world at mounting a rhinegrave,
and another who is the hero of the age at assembling a doublet.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: The perruque and the plumes: are they correct?

MASTER TAILOR: Everything's good.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: (Looking at the tailor's suit) Ah! Ah! Monsieur
Tailor, here's the material from the last suit you made for me. I
know it well.

MASTER TAILOR: You see, the material seemed so fine that I wanted a
suit made of it for myself.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes, but you should not have cut it out of
mine.

MASTER TAILOR: Do you want to put on your suit?

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes, give it to me.