You have to remember, they're not serious, these types. They're just amusing themselves. They come to Paris to learn how to be fine gentlemen, then they go home and they marry the girl their father chose for them.
Maybe it's not always like that.
Yes, it is. It's always like that. We're not like them. We're not ladies, we're grisettes. The ground we walk on, it's not solid ground, Fantine. We could fall through at any time. We could be down in the gutter, and no one would care. Plenty more where ...