Clusiot:
You're Louis Dega. I'm Clusiot. How come you ended up in a place like this?
Dega:
Favoritism.
Papillon:
We're something, aren't we? The only animals that shove things up their ass for survival.
Prisoner:
I know you, you're Degas. You're a very intelligent man!
Dega:
Thank you. I seem to be known in all the wrong places.
Camp Commandant:
Make the best of what we offer you, and you will suffer less than you deserve.
[
Papillon is contemplating a daring leap from a cliff to escape]
Dega:
[
the plan] It seems so desperate. You think it will work?
Papillon:
Does it matter?
Dega:
Blame is for God and small children.
Papillon:
Hey you bastards, I'm still here.
Dega:
A temptation resisted is a true measure of character.
Warden Barrot:
[
to Papillon upon his release from solitary confinement after two years following his first escape attempt] Your term is completed.
Warden Barrot:
[
to Papillon upon his release from solitary confinement after five years following his second escape attempt] Your five years in solitary confinement are at an end. You've paid part of your debt to France.
Warden Barrot:
Put all hope out of your mind. And masturbate as little as possible, it drains the strength!
Dega:
Well, it now seems quite possible that until we get to a decent jail with bribeable guards, I may stand in some need of... rather close physical protection.
Papillon:
That depends on how long you want to live.
Dega:
For a long time.
Papillon:
Then you got a problem.
Dega:
Well, I presume that you have some, uh, goals, some particular need that outrates all the others. I mean, if so... may I aslk what it is?
Papillon:
Money!
Dega:
For what?
Papillon:
Escape.
Dega:
Very good. You keep me alive until we land in Guyana, and I'll underwrite any escape you care to arrange.
Papillon:
Escape for me, not for us!
Dega:
Oh, of course. I, I, I...
[
Laughs]
Dega:
. I have no intention, uh, of even attempting to escape - ever!
Papillon:
Done!
Doctor:
[
Briefly examining Dega in a prefunctory manner] You're fine. NEXT!
Dega:
[
Walking away] Must be better than I feel.
Doctor:
[
Briefly examining Papillon] You're in wonderful shape.
Papillon:
How do you fail an examination like this?
Doctor:
NEXT!
Dega:
If I stay - here in this place -I will die!
Papillon:
[
to Dega] Me they can kill... You they own!
Judge in Dream:
I accuse YOU... of a WASTED LIFE!
Papillon:
Guilty... guilty... guilty...
Warden Barrot:
Forget France and put your clothes on.
Related Links