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Gigi (1958) More at IMDbPro »

Aunt Alicia: Bad table manners, my dear Gigi, have broken up more housholds than infidelity.

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Gigi: Do you make love all the time?
Gaston: I beg your pardon?
Gigi: Do you make love all the time, Gaston?
Gaston: Certainly not! The only people who make love all the time are liars.

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Aunt Alicia: Liane d'Exelmans has commited suicide... again!

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Aunt Alicia: Love, my dear Gigi, is a thing of beauty like a work of art, and like a work of art it is created by artists. The greater the artist the greater the art. And what makes an artist?
Gigi: Cigars and jewelry?
Aunt Alicia: Gigi, you're from another planet.

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Gigi: [pointing] Is that the scandalous Madame d'Exelmans?
Gaston: Yes, that is she. Tell me, Gigi, the way that you express yourself... does you grandmother hear you talk this way?
Gigi: She doesn't listen to me much.

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Aunt Alicia: Such stupidity is without equal in the whole history of human relations.

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Mamita: How was Monte Carlo?
Gaston: It was a bore!
Mamita: One has to be as rich as you are, Gaston, to be bored at Monte Carlo.

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Aunt Alicia: Marriage is not forbidden to us, but instead of getting married at once, it sometimes happens we get married at last.

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Gaston: Imagine this if you can! Here is a girl, living in a mouldy apartment: decaying walls, worm-ridden furniture, surrounded by filth...
Honore Lachaille: You're ruining my lunch!
Gaston: My heart was touched. I wanted to help her. I offered her everything: house, car, servants, clothes, and me!
Honore Lachaille: And...?
Gaston: She turned me down.
Honore Lachaille: Turned you down?
Gaston: Turned me down!
Honore Lachaille: It is impossible!
Gaston: It is not impossible, it just happened! I was refused, rejected, rebuffed and... repudiated!

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Honore Lachaille: This story is about a little girl. It could be about any one of those little girls playing there. But it isn't. It's about one in particular. Her name is Gigi.

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Gaston: Whose luncheon are you taking me to today?
Honore Lachaille: Henri Trouvert.
Gaston: Oh no!
Honore Lachaille: We have to go! I'm meeting a heavenly creature there.
Gaston: You're still young uncle, aren't you?
Honore Lachaille: Not compared to her!

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Honore Lachaille: I must tell you that you upset all my plans for the weekend! I came prepared for battle, and an old wound...
[points to his heart]
Honore Lachaille: ...prevented me from charging.
Madame Alvarez: I don't think she was your type anyway, Honore.
Honore Lachaille: You were watching me?
Madame Alvarez: Force of habit. When a pretty woman came by I always had to watch you.

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Honore Lachaille: I'll tell you about that blue villa, Mamita. I was so much in love with you, I wanted to marry you. Yes, it's true. I was beginning to think of marriage. Imagine, marriage, ME! Oh, no! I was really desperate! I had to do something. And what I did was the soprano!
Mamita: Thank you, Honore. That was the most charming and endearing excuse for infidelity I've ever heard.

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Gaston: I brought you some caramels.
Gigi: Thank you, Gaston.
Madame Alvarez: Gaston, you spoil her so.
Gaston: The champagne is for you.
Madame Alvarez: You spoil me too.

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Aunt Alicia: Did you work hard in school today? What did you study?
Gigi: History. Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo.
Aunt Alicia: How depressing. What else?
Gigi: English.
Aunt Alicia: English? I suppose we must. They refuse to learn French.

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[last lines]
[after a long while, Gaston returns to Madame Alvarez's apartment]
Gaston: May I come in?
[Gigi shrinks into a corner, hoping to be spared]
Madame Alvarez: Please, Gaston... no papers... no scandal.
Gaston: Madame, will you do me the honour, the favour... give me the infinite joy of bestowing on me... Gigi's hand in marriage?
[Gigi, filled with joy, draws to Gaston's side]
Madame Alvarez: [smiles] Thank Heaven!
["Thank Heaven for Little Girls" plays again]

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Gaston: I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Uncle. Why didn't you come upstairs?
Honore Lachaille: I was afraid I'd meet my brother and sister-in-law.
Gaston: You would have.
Honore Lachaille: I have to tell you... your parents bore me to death.
Gaston: Me too.
Honore Lachaille: But I've known them longer, so they've been boring me longer.

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Manuel: Listen to your uncle, Monsieur Gaston. He's an old campaigner.

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Gaston: [having broken off with Liane] I've been weighing the idea of going to the country for a while.
Honore Lachaille: You mean, leave Paris?
Gaston: Yes. Why not?
Honore Lachaille: Why not? That's the one thing you mustn't do. Do you want people to think you're despondent? Disturbed? If you leave, they will, you know. No, no. That would be snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. No, no, no. For the next few weeks, you should be out every night. Maxim's, Moulin Rouge, Pre Catalan.
Gaston: The Pre Catalan is closed.
Honore Lachaille: Open it! You must be carefree. Devil-may-care. A different girl every night. Keep them guessing who's next. Play the game. Be gay, extravagant, outrageous!

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Gigi: [pointing at Gaston's cane] Is that gold?
Gaston: The handle, yes.
Gigi: You must be very rich to have a gold handle on your cane.

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Gigi: Why did he fly off the handle? He knew I'd answer him back.

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Gigi: I don't know what you want. You told Grandmamma...
Gaston: I know what I told your grandmother. We don't have to repeat it. Just tell me simply what you don't want... and tell me what you do want.
Gigi: Do you mean that?
Gaston: Of course.
Gigi: You told Grandmamma that you wanted to take care of me.
Gaston: To take care of you beautifully.
Gigi: Beautifully. That is, if I like it. They've pounded into my head I'm backward for my age... but I know what all this means. To "take care of me beautifully" means I shall go away with you... and that I shall sleep in your bed.
Gaston: Please, Gigi, I beg of you! You embarrass me!
Gigi: You weren't embarrassed to talk to Grandmamma about it. And Grandmamma wasn't embarrassed to talk to me about it. But I know more than she told me. To "take care of me" means that I shall have my photograph in the papers. That I shall go to the Riviera, to the races at Deauville. And when we fight, it will be in all the columns the next day. And then you'd give me up, as you did with Inèz des Cèvennes.
Gaston: Who's been filling your head with all these old stories? How do you know about that?
Gigi: Why shouldn't I know? You're world famous. I know about the woman who stole from you, the Contessa who wanted to shoot you, the American who wanted to marry you. I know what everybody knows.
Gaston: These aren't the things we have to talk about together! That's all in the past, over and done with!
Gigi: Yes, Gaston. Until it begins again.

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[discussing Gigi's lessons with Aunt Alicia]
Madame Alvarez: Last week she taught her to eat cold lobster to perfection.
Gaston: What in heaven's name for?
Madame Alvarez: She says it's extremely useful.

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[first lines]
[Honore walks through Paris and greets the viewer]
Honore Lachaille: Good afternoon! As you see, this lovely city all around us is Paris, and this lovely park is of course the Bois de Boulogne. Who am I? Well, allow me to introduce myself: I am Honore Lachaille. Born: Paris. When...
[laughs]
Honore Lachaille: ...not lately. This is 1900, so let's just say not in this century. Circumstances: comfortable. Profession: lover, and collector of beautiful things. Not antiques mind you, younger things.
[an elderly woman passes by]
Honore Lachaille: Yes, definitely younger. Married: what for? Now please don't misunderstand. Like everywhere else, most people in Paris get married, but not all. There are some who will not marry, and some who do not marry. But in Paris, those who will not marry are usually men, and those who do not marry are usually women.

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[Gaston humiliates his lover Liane by manhandling HER lover Sandomir. She goes hysterical and attempts suicide]
Honore Lachaille: Congratulations! It's your first suicide!

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Honore Lachaille: [about Liane's infidelity] This is not the first time this has happened. It has even happened to me! Isn't that right Manuel?
Manuel: Oh yes. Many, many, many times.
Honore Lachaille: Not THAT many!

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Aunt Alicia: And how is your dear father? Well, I hope.
Gaston: He has diabetes.
Aunt Alicia: Well, I suppose if you are in the sugar business...

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Gaston: I must consider my next move very carefully. All of Paris is watching me.
Mamita: Gaston, what are you talking about? The whole world is watching you!

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[playing cards]
Gaston: And therefore, I win!
Gigi: And therefore... you lose!
Gaston: You cheated! Where did you get that fourth ace?

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[Aunt Alicia proudly displays a dazzling emerald from her collection]
Gigi: Who gave it to you, Aunt?
Aunt Alicia: A king!
Gigi: A great king?
Aunt Alicia: No, a little one. Great kings do not give very large stones.
Gigi: Why not?
Aunt Alicia: In my opinion it's because they don't feel they have to.
Gigi: Well, who does give the valuable jewels?
Aunt Alicia: Who? Oh the shy, the proud, and the social climbers, because they think it's a sign of culture. But it doesn't matter who gives them, as long as you never wear anything second-rate. Wait for the first-class jewels, Gigi. Hold on to your ideals.

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[Gaston sees Gigi dressed in an alluring white gown]
Gigi: Look, Gaston! Four yards of material in the skirt! Well, don't I look great ladyish?
Gaston: You look like an organ-grinder's monkey!
Gigi: An organ-grinder's monkey?
Gaston: What happened to your little Scotch dress? And that ridiculous collar!
Gigi: And what's wrong with that collar?
Gaston: It makes you look like a giraffe with a goiter!
Gigi: With all the talk there is about you, Gaston, I've never heard it said you had any taste in clothes!

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Aunt Alicia: Without knowledge of jewelery, my dear Gigi, a woman is lost.

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Gaston: [about Liane d'Exelmans] What do you think of her?
Gigi: She is... common!
Gaston: Common? What, you mean "ordinary" common or "coarse" common?
Gigi: Ordinary common... and coarse!
[leaves]

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[Gastone brings some champagne for Mamita]
Gigi: Can I take a glass of champagne, Mamita?
Mamita: Have you lost your mind, Gigi? Of course not!
[heads towards the kitchen; Gaston quickly slides his glass over to Gigi]

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Aunt Alicia: Love is eternal spring in an eternal garden!
Madame Alvarez: And when eternal spring is over?
Aunt Alicia: Oh, what difference does that make?
Madame Alvarez: It makes a great deal of difference to Gigi. And may I tell you something? I am not so sure that I disagree with her.

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[to Gaston]
Gigi: I would rather be miserable with you than without you.

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Honore Lachaille: Did she send a note?
Gaston: Obviously.
Honore Lachaille: Oh, good, good! Did you have to change the arrangements?
Gaston: Don't be vulgar.
Honore Lachaille: Ah, well, she's a wonderful girl, Gigi. So young, so fresh, so vulgar. She's not sophisticated like most other woman are, but then what do sophisticated women have to offer? Nothing! They are boring, they have no surprises! But a liaison with someone like Gigi can last for months!
Gaston: Good night. Good night!

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[Gaston, outraged by the comments made about Gigi, drags her out of Maxim's]
Gigi: But I don't want to go home, Gaston! Let me go! What did I do, Gaston? What did I do?
[Gaston arrives at Madame Alverez's home, angrily raps on the door and throws Gigi into Alvarez's shocked arms]
Mamita: Gigi! What happened?
[Gaston leaves; Gigi bursts into tears]

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