A cunning man named Tartuffe, feigning piety, gains the master's trust and takes control of the entire house. It would seem that everyone sees this—except Monsieur Orgon and his mother, for whom the 'pious scholar' has become closer than any other relative. Thanks to the immortal comedy, the name Tartuffe has become a household word.

Monsieur Jourdain passionately dreams of entering high society. To this end, he tries his best to imitate the nobles: he commissions a tailor to make suits that actually look ridiculous; he takes music, dance, and fencing lessons, understanding nothing of them, and merely squanders money on endless tutors. 'It turns out we speak prose!' he delightedly tells his wife, demonstrating his newly acquired erudition. And he doesn't notice that everyone is making fun of him...