It Is What It Is

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[FRENCH WAITRESS, spoken] Bienvenue to Bistro � la Mode [MARIANNE, spoken] I hate to ask, but could we have some water? [FRENCH WAITRESS, spoken] Water? You want water? [LEO, spoken] Lemme get this straight Nothing here is what it seems? [FRENCH WAITRESS, spoken] Non, non, non, that is pass� Our new menu is post-d�constructif Everything now is what it is [FRENCH WAITRESS] We have boeuf That is actual boeuf On the actual hoeuf We have pigeon that's made out of pigeon And a green salad Made of just greens [OFFSTAGE ENSEMBLE] Ah [CLAUDIA, spoken] How is the pigeon prepared? [FRENCH WAITRESS] Does it matter? What does anything matter? It is what it is Things are what they are La vie est la vie [LEO, spoken] Okay. Everybody know what they want? [FRENCH WAITRESS] Do we know what we want? Does anyone know what they want? As soon as we know what we want And find what we want Life, she spits in our face *Spits* [PAUL, spoken] Any specials? [FRENCH WAITRESS] Black bean soup Blackened catfish Blackbird pudding Boudin noir Black Sea blackberries In a chocolate gateau [FRENCH WAITRESS, spoken] Dark chocolate Dark, dark, dark... [LEO, sopken] Chicken Basquaise, baby That's what I want [FRENCH WAITRESS] Sometimes you want too much too soon And then it's too late But what can you do If that's on your plate? You do what you can [More crying.] [MARIANNE, spoken] What's going on back there? [FRENCH WAITRESS, spoken] Nothing, nothing C'est rien l� [MARIANNE, spoken] Is that a private room? [FRENCH WAITRESS] It is nothing, really [MARIANNE, spoken] But I adore private rooms [A body is revealed behind the curtain, laid out for a funeral.] [CLAUDIA] Oh My God [ENSEMBLE] Ah [PAUL, spoken] Philippe! [ENSEMBLE] Ah [LEO, spoken] That's Philippe? [FRENCH WAITRESS, spoken] That was Philippe [LEO, spoken] Yeah, but he's just kidding, right? [FRENCH WAITRESS, spoken] Monsieur, he was French He have no sense of humor [FRENCH WAITRESS] He was what he was We are what we are It is what it is So, are we ready to order?