- Madame Marcellin: He used to tell me "You are my first love..."
- Madame Chabert: Ah... to me too
- Madame Marcellin: To whom was he lying?
- Madame Chabert: To both of us probably
- Madame Marcellin: But so charmingly!
- Raphaël Saint-Clair: Some nights you're a better assassin than others. Tonight was perfect. In the front row, there was a little maid watching me. You bet she didn't give a damn about Monsieur Alexandre Dumas. She didn't have ears, she only had eyes. Eyes for that handsome Saint-Clair.
- Ernest Cabrissade: My dear Chabert, without wanting to make your salt-and-pepper hair blush, if I'd had to kill my rival every time I've been cuckolded, France would be a necropolis.
- Ernest Cabrissade: Ah! It's so nice to have kids!
- Ernest Cabrissade: Yes but that's a lot of trouble!
- Ernest Cabrissade: Having children is a lot of trouble, and not having them is a lot of regret.
- Jeannette: I hope you don't mind my mending?
- Marny: You know you're the only one who doesn't bore me.
- Jeannette: And yet I never find anything to tell you.
- Marny: One doesn't always have to talk. I feel you close to me and that consoles me.
- Jeannette: About what?
- Marny: About life.
- Jeannette: Just looking at me?
- Marny: Because you're unsophisticated. Because love hasn't put lipstick on you yet.
- Marny: I played unobtrusively and by playing unobtrusively, I disappeared... without leaving any address.
- Ernest Cabrissade: If I didn't invent memories, I wouldn't have any. I'm not asking you to believe me, I'm asking you to listen to me.
- Jeannette: Every time I tell you something, it reminds you of a woman.
- Raphaël Saint-Clair: If I were you, I'd find it flattering to evoke so many seductive creatures. Your eyes, a Russian princess. Your mouth, a diplomat's wife who ruined herself for me. Your legs, a dancer. And the whole thing, a delicious woman who killed herself.
- Jeannette: Because of you?
- Raphaël Saint-Clair: No, not because of me, for me.
- Jeannette: And you say it just like that!
- Raphaël Saint-Clair: My child, death scares small annuitants, but it attracts those who are moved by passion.
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