

You teenage wolf! you male Lolita!
— I caught her in bed with my best friend.
— What did you do to him?
— I shot her
— What? What about him?
— He was my best friend.
A jealous man is no more dangerous than a blind bull.
I’m much better at this game than you are
(La Femme de Seisaku)
(Un type méprisable)
She’s so gay tonight
She’s like spring tonight
She’s a rollicking, frollicking thing tonight
So disarming, soft and charming
She is not thinking of me
No, she’s not thinking of me
(Lerner and Lowe, Waltz at Maxim’s)
“Et rose elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses,
L’espace d’un matin.”
Malherbe, “Consolation à M. du Périer sur la mort de sa fille”
We are lucky not to be home during the bad weather, aren’t we?