[Joseph:]
Like yellow parchment is his skin …
A great black hole served as the nose that never grew …
You must be always on your guard,
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso!
[Madame Giry:]
Those who speak of what they know find,
Too late, that prudent silence is wise.
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue —
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes!