Petite Feuille:
Now, Doinel, go get some water and erase those insanities, or I'll make you lick the wall, my friend.
Gilberte Doinel:
I'm not in the mood.
Julien Doinel:
Too bad, I am.
Antoine Doinel:
I need some money for lunch, dad. Only 1,000 francs.
Julien Doinel:
Therefore you hope for 500. Therefore you need 300. Here's 100.
Julien Doinel:
I have no socks left around these holes.
Gilberte Doinel:
The best thing is to eat out until the end of the month.
Julien Doinel:
For that, I need a clean shirt.
English Teacher:
Last and simple question. Where is the father?
Rene:
Ze fazer...
English Teacher:
No. The father.
Rene:
Ze fazer.
English Teacher:
No, the tip of the tongue between the teeth. As if you had a lisp. Father.
Rene:
Fazer.
English Teacher:
No.
Rene:
But I can't, sir. Not everybody has a tongue like yours.
Petite Feuille:
Doinel, if your paper is first today, it's because I've decided to give the results beginning with the worst.
Prostitute #1:
I saw a police station in a movie. It was cleaner.
Prostitute #2:
I once saw a dirtier one.
Prostitute #3:
And I, a more cheerful one.
Judge:
I think we should place your child under observation in a special home.
Gilberte Doinel:
Could it be by the sea, Your Honor?
Juvenile Delinquent:
Every time I cried, my father would imitate me on his fiddle, just to drive me nuts. One day I got fed up and I knocked him out.
Juvenile Delinquent:
You know, here, it's not forbidden to escape. It's forbidden to get caught.
Juvenile Delinquent:
If she drops her pen, pick it up, but don't look at her legs. Or else it will be on your record.
Juvenile Delinquent:
I'm an unstable psychotic individual with perverted tendencies.
Psychiatrist:
Your parents say you're always lying.
Antoine Doinel:
Oh, I lie now and then, I suppose. Sometimes I'd tell them the truth and they still wouldn't believe me, so I prefer to lie.
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