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A man wanting to stay in the US enters into a marriage of convenience, but it turns into more than that.
Brontë Mitchell Faure: We don't have to like each other. We just have to get married.
[trying to shift all the blame for their bogus marriage onto Georges] Brontë Mitchell Faure: You stroll around my apartment, touching my things. Do you know what trouble you've gotten me into? Do you?
Georges: I am the husband!
Georges: [in response to Bronte's telling him that she will donate her time to a children's agriculture charity] If it amuses you, then do it.
Georges: [after finishing playing an ultra radical piece on the piano] Its not Mozart Mrs. Adler: I know
