Pierre, a heroic French fighter pilot home on 24-hour leave, takes his new girlfriend, Marie, out for a picnic by the River Seine. It's a beautiful day and love is in the air. Marie leans over to Pierre and says, "Pierre, kiss me!" Pierre grabs a bottle of Merlot and splashes some on Marie's enticing crimson lips. "What are you doing, Pierre?" says the startled Marie. "I am Pierre, the heroic French fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I have red wine!" She smiles and they start kissing. Things begin to heat up a little and Marie says coyly, "Pierre, you may kiss me lower." Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and pours it on her white alabaster breasts. "Pierre!! What are you doing now?" asks the bewildered Marie. "I am Pierre, the heroic French fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!" "Oh!" She exclaims, and they resume their passionate interlude. Things really start to steam up and it's not long before Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, "Pierre, kiss me lower -- much lower!" Pierre rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap. He then strikes a match and sets the cognac on fire. Marie shrieks and dives into the River Seine. Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms into the air and screams furiously, "PIERRE, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Our hero stands and says defiantly, "I am Pierre, the heroic French fighter pilot! When I go down, I go down in flames!"