Tranche-Montagne

My poor wife always said she'd go first. Who can you believe?

— What are you staring at?
— Are you really going to grow a mustache?
— I thought about it. Why?
— He has! Tranche-Montagne, I love you! She was right.
— Who?
— I saw a fortune-teller.
— The competition?
— She's a real one.
— And you believed her?
— I believe in cards, horoscopes, tarot, the stars, palmistry, God, the Blessed Virgin.

— To your health, my widow!
— Don't drink so much. You lose your wits.
— If you don't like it, go cry on my grave.