Dear Gaspard Ulliel,
I know we don’t know each other, but I think you are just darling
—that you have a certain je ne sais pas—
and that you should move right on over to America.
The only thing I will be able to say to you in your native language is
je t’aime,
but I will say that a lot.
Actually, I can also throw around such terms as
rendez-vous
au contraire
and genre
potpourri, voilà, and encore.
(Oh, and I also know a few lines from “Lady Marmalade,” but I will refrain from repeating those.)
I will give you a tour of America, s’il vous plaît.
Okay? Okay.
A très bientôt j’espère.