Corey: Don't forget what the Italians say: All women ar prostitutes, except my mother. She's a saint.
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Corey: Don't forget what the Italians say: All women ar prostitutes, except my mother. She's a saint.
Fergus: When I was a boy, my father would say champagne is to adults what milk is to kids.
Bliss: You and your humor. You murder me.
Bliss: She wants something and she wants it bad.
Julie Kohler: Don't put yourself down. In life you must always play to win. Losers are made, not born.
Rene Morane: The world can still function without a woman that old.
Rene Morane: Life is like a big race. Someone has to win and someone has to lose.
Rene Morane: I went to sleep, dreaming I was in a movie.
Rene Morane: If you don't attend to politics, politics will attend to you.
Le mécanicien de Delvaux: Boss, a woman. She insists on seeing you. I don't know her. Looks like a tramp.
Fergus: There you are. Now you know, I'm a skirt-chaser. But don't worry, you're in no danger.
Fergus: This is stupid. They were asked to send a tall, stacked redhead.
Julie Kohler: The justice of men is powerless. I'm already dead.
Fergus: I'm attracted to that redhead because she's so vulgar. I demand lots of vulgarity in my women. It's part of life.
Fergus: Your nose is remarkable. So is your mouth. If I were a writer, I'd write a book.
Julie Kohler: I hate him, because, he's the sort of man who's always pawing girls, but I wouldn't kill him.
Fergus: Both of us are alive. Let's drink to that.
Fergus: Do you know why the Chinese never use this little finger? Because, it's mine.
Fergus: When I was a boy, my father would say champagne is to adults what milk is to kids.
Corey: Don't forget what the Italians say: All women ar prostitutes, except my mother. She's a saint.
Rene Morane: Life is like a big race. Someone has to win and someone has to lose.
Julie Kohler: The justice of men is powerless. I'm already dead.
Fergus: Do you know why the Chinese never use this little finger? Because, it's mine.
Bliss: You and your humor. You murder me.
Bliss: She wants something and she wants it bad.
Julie Kohler: Don't put yourself down. In life you must always play to win. Losers are made, not born.
Rene Morane: The world can still function without a woman that old.
Rene Morane: I went to sleep, dreaming I was in a movie.
Rene Morane: If you don't attend to politics, politics will attend to you.
Le mécanicien de Delvaux: Boss, a woman. She insists on seeing you. I don't know her. Looks like a tramp.
Fergus: There you are. Now you know, I'm a skirt-chaser. But don't worry, you're in no danger.
Fergus: This is stupid. They were asked to send a tall, stacked redhead.
Fergus: I'm attracted to that redhead because she's so vulgar. I demand lots of vulgarity in my women. It's part of life.
Fergus: Your nose is remarkable. So is your mouth. If I were a writer, I'd write a book.
Julie Kohler: I hate him, because, he's the sort of man who's always pawing girls, but I wouldn't kill him.
Fergus: Both of us are alive. Let's drink to that.
Coral: Permit me to make an impossible wish? Julie Kohler: Why impossible? Coral: Because I'm a rather pessimist. Julie Kohler: I've heard it said: "There are no optimists or pessimists. There are only happy idiots or unhappy ones". Coral: Yes, well. I'm an unhappy idiot then.
Julie Kohler: He's also a man who won't face reality, but takes refuge in dreams. La logeuse de Coral: That's right. Julie Kohler: What he's looking for is an ideal woman, a woman he can't find and who exists only in his imagination. La logeuse de Coral: You're right. I've noticed that whenever the poor man looks at a woman, he gets white as a sheet or red as a lobster.
La logeuse de Coral: Mr. Coral, what about your letter? Coral: I don't think it's for me. La logeuse de Coral: Yes, it is. It's for you. Coral: That's right, it's for me. Mr. Coral, that's me.
Coral: I was beginning to think you wouldn't come at all. Julie Kohler: You're sweet, but you know I was sure you would say something stupid. Coral: You're rather hard on me. But I don't mind much.
Rene Morane: What are you crying for? Get a grip. You knew it would happen sooner or later. Your mother's no spring chicken. Madame Morane: You might be a little more sympathetic. A poor sick lady alone in that big house, at her age. Rene Morane: Alone, my eye. She's got a TV set.
Rene Morane: Cookie, how are things in school? Cookie Morane: Everything's fine, Papa. Rene Morane: That's surprising. Who'll get the star of the month? Cookie Morane: I think José Macias. Rene Morane: The Spanish boy? Cookie Morane: He told me he can't speak any Spanish. Rene Morane: The boy may not speak it, but his father does.
Fergus: Good Lord! I was so busy with the front, I forgot about the rear. Fergus: That's 36-23-37. Good. When I'm in shape, I can tell a woman's measurements, within an inch.
Corey: Who's she? Fergus: You passed her downstairs. Corey: Oh, her. I just saw her back. I noticed her legs, not great, but nice.
