MESSENGER: Sorry but some guy named Déroulède killed your son.
DUC DE MARNY: What? Juliette, my daughter, you must swear to kill him!
JULIETTE: Me? No offense, Father, but why don’t you do it yourself?
DUC DE MARNY: And get out of my deathbed?
JULIETTE: Wait, if you were so sick why was my brother off dueling people for no good reason?
DUC DE MARNY: Fermez la bouche and take this oath to become a raging rampage of revenge!
JULIETTE: But I’m like eight years old!
DUC DE MARNY: Well I didn’t say you had to become one overnight! Give it about ten years or so, that way you can try wreaking vengeance in the middle of social upheaval that will threaten your life since you’re of noble blood.
JULIETTE: But I’d much rather be a sweet and pious nun than a raging rampage of revenge, father!
DUC DE MARNY: Nonsense! If you’re a nun then how are you going to be involved in the rest of the story ten years from now when I’m dead?
JULIETTE: Good point.