Gaston Monescu:
It must be the most marvelous supper. We may not eat it, but it must be marvelous.
Lily Vautier:
You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were an American.
Gaston Monescu:
Thank you.
Lily Vautier:
Someone from another world, so entirely different. Oh, one gets so tired of one's own class - princes and counts and dukes and kings! Everybody talking shop. Always trying to sell you jewelry. Then I heard your name and found out you were just one of us.
Gaston Monescu:
Disappointed?
Lily Vautier:
No, proud. Very proud.
Lily Vautier:
I have a confession to make to you: Baron, you are a crook. You robbed the gentleman in 253, 5, 7 and 9. May I have the salt?
Gaston Monescu:
Please!
Lily Vautier:
Thank you.
Gaston Monescu:
The pepper too?
Lily Vautier:
Oh, no, thank you.
Gaston Monescu:
You're very welcome. Countess, believe me, before you left this room, I would have told you everything. And let me say this, with love in my heart: Countess, you are a thief. The wallet of the gentleman in 253, 5, 7 and 9 is in your possession. I knew it very well when you took it out of my pocket. In fact, you tickled me. But your embrace was so sweet.
Gaston Monescu:
Do you remember the man who walked into the Bank of Constantinople, and walked out with the Bank of Constantinople?
Gaston Monescu:
I love you. I loved you the minute I saw you. I'm mad about you, my little shoplifter... . my sweet little pickpocket... . my darling.
Radio Commentator:
From Geneva comes the news that the famous international crook, Gaston Monescu, robbed the peace conference yesterday. He took practically everything except the peace.
Mariette Colet:
No, no, Francois, I tell you, no. You see, Francois, marriage is a beautiful mistake which two people make together. But with you, Francois, I think it would be a mistake.
Gaston Monescu:
Madame Colet, if I were your father, which fortunately I am not, and you made any attempt to handle your own business affairs, I would give you a good spanking - in a business way, of course.
Mariette Colet:
What would you do if you were my secretary?
Gaston Monescu:
The same thing.
Mariette Colet:
You're hired.
Lily Vautier:
You see, mother is dead.
Mariette Colet:
Yes, that's the trouble with mothers. First you get to like them, and then they die.
Gaston Monescu:
Well, what did she want?
Lily Vautier:
You. And she's willing to pay as high as 50 francs.
Lily Vautier:
Darling, remember, you are Gaston Monescu. You are a crook. I want you as a crook. I love you as a crook. I worship you as a crook. Steal, swindle, rob. Oh, but don't become one of those useless, good-for-nothing gigolos.
Lily Vautier:
Well, I'll leave you alone with that lady. But if you behave like a gentleman, I'll break your neck.
Mariette Colet:
I have a confession to make to you: You like me. In fact, you're crazy about me.
François Filiba:
Tonsils! Positively tonsils!
Gaston Monescu:
I see. You have to be in the Social Register to keep out of jail. But when a man starts at the bottom and works his way up, a self-made crook, then you say, "Call the police! Put him behind bars! Lock him up!"
Gaston Monescu:
I came here to rob you, but unfortunately I fell in love with you.
Gaston Monescu:
It could have been marvelous.
Mariette Colet:
Divine.
Gaston Monescu:
Wonderful... . But tomorrow morning, if you should wake out of your dreams and hear a knock, and the door opens, and there, instead of a maid with a breakfast tray, stands a policeman with a warrant, then you'll be glad you are alone.
The Major:
I like to take my fun and leave it.
Lily Vautier:
Don't you remember the day you took that Chinese vase from the Royal Palace? And you made it into a lamp for my night table.
Gaston Monescu:
I remember the lamp, I remember the night table... . and I remember the night.
Waiter:
Yes, Baron. What should we start with, Baron? Hmm?
Gaston Monescu:
Oh yes. That's not so easy. Beginnings are always difficult.
Waiter:
Yes, Baron.
Gaston Monescu:
If Casanova suddenly turned out to be Romeo having supper with Juliet, who might become Cleopatra, how would you start?
Waiter:
I would start with cocktails.
Lily Vautier:
[
fuming] I wouldn't fall for another man if he was the biggest crook on earth!
François Filiba:
Nice day, Major.
The Major:
Eh-hmm.
François Filiba:
You're looking fine, Major.
The Major:
Now see here my good man, I've had just about enough of your insulting remarks.
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