- François le facteur: I guess I lost my head.
- La commère: You mustn't get so worked up.
- François le facteur: I wanted to be fast, but the Americans get all the glory.
- La commère: Oh, the Americans can do as they please, but they can't make the crops grow any faster. Besides, news is rarely good, so let it take its sweet time.
- Picture Show Narrator: Every year in Oklahoma, a contest is held to choose the sexiest Apollo in the U.S. Post. Ladies, would you like the postman to ring your bell?
- Roger: You don't look so great.
- Marcel: Maybe he's got bad news for us.
- François le facteur: No, it's just that everything's "Americans this, Americans that." I can't keep up.
- Roger: Don't take it so seriously. The Americans are hotshots with planes, but they're useless on bikes.
- François le facteur: That's no way to work. I can't watch this. The Americans are right. Speed! Speed!
- The Baker: François is doing his route American-style.
- François le facteur: Come on. I'm in a hurry. Postman. Speed! Speed! Next! Away we go. I'm in a hurry. Don't want it? Fine. American-style. Next!
- The Baker: Hey, François! François! Aren't you delivering American-style? Hurry!
- François le facteur: Even the Americans stop for a drink, don't they?