"THE SCHOOL FOR POSTMEN" "Article 16, paragraph 5 of our manual." "We must ensure the delivery of the air mail to the plane that will inexorably leave at ten thirty." "Thanks to your training, your delivery time, which is now 2 hours and fifty minutes, will be reduced to 2 hours and thirty minutes." "Keep it up, Sir, keep it up!" "Attention:" "Go at your normal speed for a letter." "Listen to my order - and telegram!" "Very well." "Now slow down and get down." "At my command." "Bicycle, one and two." "Bag, one, two." "Look for it, one and two." "Hand it out, one... two... three... four." "Rhythm... rhythm." "You understand this happens when one speeds up - ask them." "Silence!" "Silence I said!" "Starting this very minute, you've graduated from the Study Center of the Distribution of National Correspondence and you must defend the Postal Services' motto, letter or no letter." "Here you go." "Time to deliver the mail." "Do you want it, yes or no?" "This is for my brother, next door." "What did he do to it, that one." "It sticks." "You've got mail." "Postman." "Good bye." " Then you are Francois?" " You can see." "Lucky I found you." "I have a letter for you." "Here, have a good rest." "At least those won't hurt your feet." "Ah, what is it?" "What is it?" "Look, there goes the postmars bike." "He knows his rounds, it's been so long." "I'm sure he stopped by the pub." " Hello, Monsieur." " Ah, my friend, what can I do for you?" " A letter for me?" " Yes." "Ah, you're going to have a glass at least." "Just a drop." "It's good for you, you know." "Go on." "I have to warn them."