Christine Surgère: Loneliness is the same everywhere.
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Christine Surgère: Loneliness is the same everywhere.
Christine Surgère: A dance card is like a railway timetable. It's not the stops but the scenery.
Marguerite Audié: Everything gets mixed up in dreams.
Christine Surgère: Go over to Mr. Jo and simply tell him this: "In the deserted park, frozen and vast, two shadows just walked past."
Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: I'm not used to unselfish motives. Women usually come to see me for something in return.
Alain Regnault: The Lord gave me a good memory, madam, but advised me to remember certain things and forget others.
Francois Patusset: My life is an open postcard. And I'm sole master aboard, after God!
Christine Surgère: One's first ball is very important. Almost as important as one's first cigarette - but no more than that.
Christine Surgère: My life is empty. No children, no friends. I'm alone in the world. Bremont: The world is full of children and friends waiting for you. Christine Surgère: You live in an ivory tower, yet you tell me to join the crowd. Practice what you preach.
Bremont: Travel. Christine Surgère: Where would I go? Bremont: Pick a map at random. Choose any color.
Gangster #1: The loot is in the fridge. Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: That's what's called cold cash.
Le baron: What's new among the new girls? Any blondes? Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: Yes, Baron. Le baron: Perfect! Any nice ones? Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: Lovely. Le baron: One I can take home without worrying about the silver? Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: You can even give her your key.
Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: I'll find someone for you. Something to eat? Christine Surgère: But, no. Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: It's good to call on pals when you're in trouble. Christine Surgère: But, Pierre. Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: No. No more "Pierre." Call me Jo. I'll call you Cricri. Sounds younger. You're still a looker. Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: Pierre. Christine Surgère: And they like 'em fresh-faced. Wrinkles get the customers down.
Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: I opened this club after my - troubles. Christine Surgère: It must be exciting. Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: I reign over waiters, part-time artists, easy music, and even easier women.
Christine Surgère: You'd call me Clara d'Ellebeuse, from a poem by Francis Jammes. Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: And you'd call me "Bashful Pierre," because I was so shy. How pure we'd stay if we'd think of our youth more often. We lose sight of it as we live our lives and end up taking some strange paths, Clara d'Ellebeuse. Christine Surgère: Bashful Pierre. You were a peculiar boy. Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: Yes, long ago. That all happened in another world.
Le baron: If you don't come right away, I'm leaving. Baron's Blonde Date: I have your key. Le baron: Perfect. When do we leave? Baron's Blonde Date: Wait a bit. You can't make love at any old hour.
Christine Surgère: There's been a great change in my life. My husband died. Alain Regnault: I've seen many die. Christine Surgère: Of course. Alain Regnault: Any children? Christine Surgère: I'm quite alone in the world. Alain Regnault: So you're in deep mourning. Christine Surgère: No, I've always been alone. I went right from youth to solitude. People think I have everything, but my life is empty.
Christine Surgère: Are you still a poet? Eric Irvin: I think I've finally become one, because I finally stopped writing verse. Christine Surgère: You wrote some fine lines. Eric Irvin: "Your gaze is upon me like a lake in springtime."
Eric Irvin: Why did you come looking for me? Christine Surgère: I wasn't just looking for you. I set out in search of my past to find out. Eric Irvin: Find out what? Christine Surgère: Exactly what I could do with my future.
Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: I was trying to remember. Christine Surgère: What? Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: That poem. Funny. There's a word I haven't said in ages: poem. "In the deserted park, frozen and vast, two shadows just walked past. Their eyes are extinct, their lips sag, their words are indistinct. In the deserted park, frozen and vast, two spectators conjured up the past. Our old ecstasy, do you recall? Why remember it at all? Does my name thrill you still?" Christine Surgère: "Does my soul still fill your dreams?" Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: "No. Oh, those days of sheer pleasure, with my lips..." Christine Surgère: "Pressed against yours." Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: "I'm sure." Christine Surgère: "The sky was so blue, hope soared so high." Pierre Verdier, dit Jo: "But hope fled, beaten, into darkening skies and they wandered off through fields and oats..."
Alexandre: Isn't your wife here? Eric Irvin: No, she's at home. She's not very fond of music. She always seems to be dancing to some other tune.
