We must help the Americans
Gold by god! : the fuel of life!
Last night poor, wealthy today!
So you mistreat some poor devil
till he trembles in disgrace!
I'm the busiest, cleverest fellow I know
Plotting and pocketing
I wish to serve your country as if it were my own
Figaro here, figaro there
Bright people are so stupid
What did you do to earn so many rewards?
Tout finit par des chansons = Everything ends in song
All of which proves that a son of a clod can be worth his weight in gold.