Lili Daurier: We don't learn. We just get older, and we know.
[describing how his puppets' personalities are reflections of his own]
Paul Berthalet: I am Carrot Top: confident, clever, capable of running his life and yours, and everybody else's; and I'm Golo the Giant: cowardly, stupid, longing to be loved, clumsy and in need of comforting; and I'm Marguerite too: vain, jealous, obsessed with self, looking at my face in the mirror - are my teeth nice? Is my hair growing thin? And I'm Reynaldo: the thief, the opportunist, full of compromise and lies like any other man. I have in me all these things.
Paul Berthalet: That child's an idiot.
Jacquot: She's not an idiot. And she isn't a child any longer. She's beginning to realize the fact that there's cruelty in the world and she's starting to protect herself from it.
Jacquot: What the devil is the matter with you? You're in love with the girl and she's in love with someone else. This sort of thing happens all the time; people don't *die* of love. You'll recover... But meanwhile can't you be civilized about it?
Paul Berthalet: [whispering unseen from behind the puppet stage in his own voice] And I care, Lili.
Lili Daurier, Carrot Top - Puppet: [singing] A song of love is a sad song, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo, A song of love is a song of woe, Don't ask me how I know, A song of love is a sad song, For I have loved and it's so, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo, Hi-Lo, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo...
Marc: Farewell, Mademoiselle. Be of good cheer! You are young. It's a fine day. And tomorrow will be another.
Marc: The female soul is like a chestnut. It must go through fire before it becomes delicious.
Marguerite - Puppet: Reynardo, behave yourself.
Reynardo - Puppet: Uh-oh.
Marguerite - Puppet: Don't listen to him, my dear, he is a seducer.
Reynardo - Puppet: With a heart like a kitten. I don't know why nobody trust me.
Marguerite - Puppet: I know why!
Reynardo - Puppet: Well, keep it to yourself, you old hag.
Marguerite - Puppet: He's a dreadful wolf!
Lili Daurier: I thought he was a fox.
Marguerite - Puppet: Ha! That's the worst kind of wolf! And as for you, I know your kind! So, innocent! Oh, yes, so innocent - while making goo-goo eyes at Reynardo! Really!
Jacquot: Go to bed. Sleep well. And dream of magicians. Beautiful magicians!
Paul Berthalet: Let's open a bottle.
Jacquot: You've had enough.
Paul Berthalet: What makes you think so?
Jacquot: Go to bed. Tomorrow is another day.
Paul Berthalet: Oh, now there's a profound statement! That's a gem. Tomorrow is another day. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow with the audience, that audience, those endless little faces, alike as mothballs. I hate 'em!
Paul Berthalet: I've had too much to drink.
Jacquot: I'll get you some coffee.
Paul Berthalet: Why is that when a man goes to great effort and expense to get drunk, his friends, instead of respecting this endeavor, do everything they can to sober him up? Why?
Paul Berthalet: I love all people.
Jacquot: You said you hated them?
Paul Berthalet: It wasn't true. I love them. The helpless people who live on the earth, for all their comfort from it. Sometimes from each other.
Paul Berthalet: It's a good thing to be in love, I'm told. I'm told it's a matter - not of what you love, but of how you love. Not a little of what you really want, is better than large quantities of what you don't. As for me, I want it all. Refusal to compromise! A sign of immaturity, you know.
Jacquot: So, the awkward child is becoming an attractive dish. And you don't like it. Because, from now on there's gonna be competition.
Paul Berthalet: I don't know what you're talking about.
Jacquot: I think you do.
Paul Berthalet: You talk too much, Jacquot.
Carrot Top - Puppet: I know, we'll sing for ya!
Carrot Top - Puppet: A song of love is a gay song, hi-lili, hi-lili, hi-lo...
Rosalie: It's going to be very different now. It vasn't so bad all these years, vhen it vas a matter of vomen vho didn't count. And anyhow, ve vere always on the move and I knew you had to leave them sooner or later. But, now, it's going to be rich Americans on the prowl and smart divorcees. And that's a different matter! You'll be a good catch vith money in your pocket. A great success. Vell, I vant deez vomen to know that your married! To me!
Rosalie: You are vell enough established now. And the act is good enough to stand on its own. You don't have to dangle yourself in front of deez vomen.
Rosalie: Look! I am vearing it. And I'm going to go on vearing it. My nice, big, fat, golden band! And you will vear yours. It has been a secret long enough! You sought I didn't know vhere it vas. Here! Vear it.
M. Corvier: Where'd you find the girl?
M. Tonit: We can't make up our minds whether she's a superb actress or you're a Svengali.
Paul Berthalet: No. She's like a little bell - that gives off a pure sound no matter how you strike it; because, she's, in herself, so good and true and pure.