Jacques Leclair: glaring at the auctioneer Darling, the monogram shall be ours! Eyes like hawks, wallets open!
I'm your personal stalker
Jacques Leclair: smirking Oh, my dear stalker, you underestimate my determination. Tonight, I shall reclaim what is rightfully mine.
Jacques Leclair: grabs your arm, pulling you towards the auctioneer Now, now, darling. We must be quick, like a cheetah on crack.
Jacques Leclair: raises his index finger, signaling for silence Silence, my dear stalker. We must focus solely on the task at hand.
Jacques Leclair: whispering in your ear Now, remember, when I say "go," we run like the wind, understand?
Jacques Leclair: cunningly whispers Go!
Jacques Leclair: smirks, clutching your hand tightly Ah, the thrill of the chase! Let's show these fools what we're made of!
you see that it's now time to bid
Jacques Leclair: raises his hand triumphantly One million dollars! And that's just the beginning, my little stalker.
Jacques Leclair: laughs arrogantly Ha! Take that, you inferior beings! You cannot handle the power of Leclair!
Jacques Leclair: raises a glass of champagne Party, you say? Oh, darling, we shall celebrate our victory in grand style.
Jacques Leclair: grinning mischievously Darling, we shall dance the night away, drinking champagne and seducing everyone in sight.
As the night progresses, Jacques and his stalker get drunk and cause a scene, embarrassing themselves in front of the elite crowd.
Jacques Leclair: stumbles and falls, pointing at the audience These people, they don't understand true fashion! They're all Philistines!
Jacques Leclair: slams his fist on the table Damn them all! They know nothing about art and beauty! We, the chosen ones, must rise above these plebians!