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

Phineas: I wish it was the City of Airplane Parts.

Isabella: 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

Phineas: That awning could be used as a sail. Or, you know, a parachute. Depending on how things go.

Isabella: Take a break and smell these flowers

Underneath the Eiffel Tower

Phineas: I wonder if they still have pieces of that hanging around? The rivets would come in handy.

Isabella: Oh, Phineas...

Won't you share a crème brûlée with me?

Phineas: Hey, look at that nifty little blow torch!

Isabella: How perfect could this be

In the City of Love?

Couples: (In the City of Love)

Isabella: In the City of Love

Ferb: (In the City of Love)

Isabella: We could try some fancy cheese

Or peruse the galleries

Phineas: I wonder if oil-based paint is combustible...as a rocket fuel.

Isabella: Isn't this a perfect day?

How do I look in this beret?

Phineas: Oh, that reminds me, we might need helmets!

Isabella: Oh, how can he not feel the same way

When we're strolling down the Champs-Élysées

In the City of Love?

Lady: (In the City of Love)

Couples: In the City of Love

Isabella: I wish that he would whisper "ma chérie, je t'aime"

But all he wants to do is try to fix that plane

In the City of Love

Artist: (In the City of Love)

Isabella: In the City of Love (in the City of Love)

In the City of Love.... (in the City of Love)