In my mind, this is how the stereotypical Frenchmen act. Real Frenchmen probably don't act this way, but who cares:
They dress like hipsters, they smoke like a Turk, wear ascots and berets and striped shirts while they mull around in cafes talking about how sad their lives are before surrendering to their droll existence and saying, "Ah, c'est la vie." They hate Americans with a passion, but at the same time are the first to embrace blacks and Arabs. They talk big about their previous military accomplishments, about how Martel beat the Muslim in Toulouse, how Vercingetorix nearly ended Caesar, how Louis XIV expanded the glorious Empire, and of Napoleon and his accomplishments; but at the same time, they will surrender at the first sight of aggression. They're afraid of Germans. They're wine-guzzling, cheese-eating, insufferable self-important pricks whose greatest gift to humanity is the invention of the white flag.
That said, I don't hate the French. I've always wanted to go to France, and I've been trying to learn French on the side for so long. A lot of great minds came from France. Important French people include Laplace, Fourier, Galois, Hugo, Voltaire, de Sade and Zidane. The French have contributed so much in so many fields, from mathematics to literature to South-East Asian politics. Have you guys seen Savate? Shit's crazy. Point is, I love the French; or, at least, I would, if it wasn't for one thing.
They made Uffie fat. They made her fat and ugly and I hate them for that.
I hope this doesn't offend any French people... too much.