Kate: Spasm! Spasm! Oh, God, here it comes... lactose intolerance!
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Kate: Fester, fester, fester. Rot, rot, rot.
Kate: The key to French waiters: If you're nice to them, they treat you like shit. Treat them like shit, they love you.
Kate: Happy - smile. Sad - frown. Use the corresponding face for the corresponding emotion.
Kate: Spasm! Spasm! Oh, God, here it comes... lactose intolerance!
Luc: For me, bullshit is like breathing.
Kate: Of course you know him. All you bastards know each other.
Kate: Those French. They hate us, they smoke, they have a whole relationship with dairy products I don't understand.
Kate: No matter what I might seem like tonight, it's still the same old me from yesterday you wind up with tomorrow.
Kate: Why weren't you the one, Charlie? The one who turned on this big shiny Kate-light that burns so bright?
Luc: I love the sea. So beautiful, so mysterious... so full of fish.
Charlie: My whole life is passing before my eyes, and we don't even have children yet.
Kate: Donnez-moi un break, you can't make a vineyard out of one vine.
Luc: That's all? You have no strategy, no armor, no bullshit?
Kate: I don't know what they taught you in France, but rude and interesting are not the same things.
Kate: Didn't your mother ever teach you about staring?
Inspector Jean-Paul Cardon: Ah, l'amour. C'est merveilleux.
Kate: Fester, fester, fester. Rot, rot, rot.
Kate: The key to French waiters: If you're nice to them, they treat you like shit. Treat them like shit, they love you.
Kate: Happy - smile. Sad - frown. Use the corresponding face for the corresponding emotion.
Kate: Spasm! Spasm! Oh, God, here it comes... lactose intolerance!
Luc: For me, bullshit is like breathing.
Kate: Of course you know him. All you bastards know each other.
Kate: Those French. They hate us, they smoke, they have a whole relationship with dairy products I don't understand.
Kate: No matter what I might seem like tonight, it's still the same old me from yesterday you wind up with tomorrow.
Kate: Why weren't you the one, Charlie? The one who turned on this big shiny Kate-light that burns so bright?
Luc: I love the sea. So beautiful, so mysterious... so full of fish.
Charlie: My whole life is passing before my eyes, and we don't even have children yet.
Kate: Donnez-moi un break, you can't make a vineyard out of one vine.
Luc: I love the sea. So beautiful, so mysterious... so full of fish.
Kate: Donnez-moi un break, you can't make a vineyard out of one vine.
Luc: One night, he got me very drunk. You must understand, I owed him a lot of money. But he knew what he was doing. Kate: What was he doing? Luc: I lost all of it. One hand of poker. Kate: You lost your birthright... in one hand of poker. Luc: I'm an asshole, what can I tell you? Kate: Uh-huh. So that's why he hates you and you hate him. Luc: Oui... that and I slept with his wife.
Kate: Do you believe in love? The kind that lasts forever? Luc: I loved my mother. Kate: No, everybody loves their mother. Even people who hate their mothers love their mothers. The question is, one man meant for one woman. That is the question. Luc: But it is not an interesting question. It is the question of a little girl who believes in fairy tales.
Kate: What was that? That sounded important. Luc: The pilot said there is a crack in the engine, but not to worry, he'll take off anyway.
Luc: Why are you chasing after him after what he's done to you? Kate: Because I love him! And I'm afraid that if he doesn't come back that I'll... it'll hurt so much that I'll just shrivel up and I'll never be able to love anyone ever again. Luc: You say that now, but... after a time, you would forget. First, you would forget his chin, and then his nose, and after a while, you would struggle to remember the exact color of his eyes, and one day you wake up and, pfft, he's gone: his voice, his smell, his face. He will have left you. And then you can begin again.
Kate: Did you know that there are 452 official government cheeses in this country? Don't you think that's incredible? To come up with 452 ways of classifying what is basically a bacterial process? Luc: You would prefer one cheese? One cheeseburger to put it on and one restaurant to eat it in? Kate: I'm saying I *like* the cheese. God! What side of the train did you wake up on?
Kate: We were happy. I've never been so happy. Luc: When people tell me they are happy, my ass begins to twitch.
Kate: A healthy person is someone who expresses what they're feeling inside. Express, not repress. Luc: In that case, you must be one of the healthiest people in the world.
Luc: You know, I am feeling some very strange emotions right now. Guilt, remorse, my self-esteem is rock bottom. I am trying to think, what can I possibly do to say I'm sorry? Kate: Shut up! You haven't spent sixty seconds with me when you weren't after something, so what is it this time? Buy, sell, or trade? Luc: Oui, it is so true. I used you... a lot. You helped me to get my vine and I left you with nothing. So now, I ask myself what I can possibly do to make it up to you. Luc: And so now, I am here for you.
Luc: Meanwhile, his lover... Kate: Don't ever use that word again. Luc: This bastard woman, she's feeling something else, maybe? Kate: Once he saw me, myself, moi, everything would change, the spell would be broken.
Kate: You lost your birthright in one hand of poker? Luc: I'm an asshole. What can I tell you?
Kate: Do you think you could urinate with someone standing behind you? Con-man: I think I could manage it. Are you going to be the someone?
Inspector Jean-Paul Cardon: I need to ask him over a little matter of a necklace. Kate: Oh, the necklace. He didn't declare it at the airport, did he? Will he have to pay a big duty? Kate: Why don't you just arrest him? Inspector Jean-Paul Cardon: I'm old-fashioned. I owe him a debt greater than one of money.
Kate: Do you speak English? Concierge: Of course, Madam. This is the Georges V, not some backpacker's hovel.
Luc: How did you meet? Kate: At a party. I'd just come to Toronto on a teaching exchange. We started talking. I had this feeling about him, same for him. It wasn't exactly a thunderclap or a lightning bolt, it was more like a... Luc: Light drizzle? Kate: You really, honestly never had that feeling about anybody in your whole entire life, honestly? Luc: If I did, I would not admit it. His chin looks a little weak, if you ask me. Kate: It doesn't, and I didn't, and why wouldn't you admit a feeling like that? Luc: Why should I? Look where it has got you. Kate: Maybe if you did, you wouldn't have that little problem we're not supposed to talk about. Luc: It's not a problem, it's just a temporary...
Inspector Jean-Paul Cardon: I must come to Canada someday. You are a very sympathetic people. Kate: Well, actually, I'm not really a Canadian. In fact, I'm... currently without country.
Luc: You were how old when you lost it? Kate: It? What "it"? Luc: You know, *it*. Your, uh, flower. Kate: My flow... oh! Kate: My flower is none of your business! Luc: I ask you because some people, they rush towards that fateful moment, their bodies bursting to discover. Others, they guard it like some precious gift. Kate: And you, I suppose, rushed. Luc: Like a bull. Kate: Yeah, I have a picture in my mind. It's very clear.
Kate: I don't know what they taught you in France, but rude and interesting are not the same things.
Kate: Didn't your mother ever teach you about staring?
