So, Phineas, what do you think of the City of Love?

I wish it was the City of Airplane Parts.

Oh, you're just too stressed. You should take a moment to relax and enjoy it.
We could share a crêpe sucrée at this Parisian café.
Hey. Dhat awning could be used as a sail! Or, you know, a parachute. Depending on how things go.

Take a break and smell these flowers underneath the Eiffel Tower.
I wonder if they still got pieces of that hanging around. The rivets would come in handy.

Oh, Phineas.

Won't you share a crème brûlée with me
Hey! Look at that nifty little blow torch!

How perfect could this be
In the City of Love
In the City of Love
In the City of Love
In the City of Love

We could try some fancy cheese
Or peruse the galleries
I wonder? As oil-based paint combustible? As a rocket fuel.

Isn't this a perfect day
How do I look in this beret
Oh, that reminds me: We might need helmets.

Oh, how can he not feel the same way
When we're strolling down the Champs-Élysées
In the City of Love
In the City of Love

I wish that he would whisper "mon chérie, je t'aime"
But all he wants to do is try to fix that plane
In the City of Love
In the City of Love
In the City of Love