Valmont: You are confusing bets and marriages, madame. One must always honor a bet.
Valmont: You want me to seduce a little girl, who has seen nothing, who knows nothing, who'll probably flop on her back out of simple curiosity? You don't need *me* for *that*. Anyone can do that.
Madame de Volanges: Did I show you the cabinet I gave Cecile? It's an exquisite piece. Well, I told her: "You can lock all your secrets in there." Do you know what she said? "Maman, you know it will never be locked." Isn't that the sweetest thing a daughter can say to her mother?
Mertuil: Oh! Yes, yes.
Madame de Volanges: Well, it's locked.
Madame de Volanges: I have a duplicate key of course.
Mertuil: Of course.
Mertuil: You're the only one who can help me.
Valmont: You want me to challenge him to a duel?
Mertuil: [chuckles] Visconte, for I what I have in mind I need you very much alive.
Mertuil: Men are always chasing after visions, my dear. They want us to be angels.
Baroness: But in bed they want us to be demons, my dear.
Baron: Yes, indeed, it always comes as a morning surprise when you wake up in the arms of an ordinary woman.
Danceny: Sir, it would be embarrassing for me to fight you in your condition.
Valmont: So what do we do? Send for our harps?
Valmont: You must be an exceptional woman.
Madame de Tourvel: No, not exceptional. Why?
Valmont: Love a husband, and he's never there.
Madame de Tourvel: Do you married, Mr. Valmont?
Valmont: No, I'm in love.
Madame de Tourvel: You're in love?
Madame de Tourvel: Then why aren't you with her?
Valmont: I am with her. I'm talking to her right now.
Madame de Volanges: Cecile! Martine!
Martine: Yes, Madame?
Madame de Volanges: Where is Cecile?
Martine: [nervously] Cecile? She's... she... she has...
Madame de Volanges: Where is she?
[Martine can't form an answer; Volanges, unable to find Cecile, rings for José]
Madame de Volanges: José, have you been at your post all night?
José: Yes, madame.
Madame de Volanges: Has anyone come in?
José: No, Madame.
Madame de Volanges: Martine?
Martine: [fearfully] Yes, Madame?
Madame de Volanges: Did she go and see that music teacher?
Martine: [hysterically] I don't know, Madame. She doesn't talk to me anymore. She only talks to Madame de Merteuil now. And she... she...
[Volanges turns to leave, Martine faints]
Mertuil: Valmont, you disappoint me. That's what's keeping you here. Tell me, are you really falling in love?
Valmont: Does that make you jealous?
Mertuil: Not really.
Baroness: Are you hinting that I could be unfaithful to my husband?
Valmont: Not now. But if you were alone...
Madame de Tourvel: Monsier Valmont, you simply don't understand women.
Baroness: You're right. Look, if a woman wants a little adventure, she doesn't need to be alone.
[looking straight at her husband]
Baroness: She can manage it perfectly well right under her husbands nose.
Mertuil: Why do you want to be a husband, when you can be a lover?
Danceny: Keep writing.
Mertuil: Why don't you leave all the boredom of marriage to Gercourt, and keep the excitement of love for yourself?
Madame de Rosemonde: Ah, my sweet girl. If I understand what these people have been saying, you have a dilemma.
Cecile: I do?
Madame de Rosemonde: Tell me, if it were up to you, would you rather marry that Monsieur de... eh...
Madame de Rosemonde: Exactly, Gercourt. Or the other one? The one with the harp.
Cecile: Well, I... I... I'll do whatever my Maman wants me to do.
Valmont: But that is not what my aunt is asking you. Forget Maman. If you had the choice, who would you pick? You, yourself?
Cecile: Oh! I... I... I guess I would marry Monsieur de Gercourt, and... keep Monsieur Danceny for a lover?