Des souvenirs… Est-ce que j’ai une gueule à faire l’amour avec des souvenirs ?
They can’t censor our memories
—Diamonds would only cheapen on you.
—Yeah but what a way to be cheap!
You can take all that champagne stuff and pour it down the English Channel
I should like to argue that point
How would you like a punch in the nose?
I’m getting too old for this shit
Well, tough shit, okay?
Man, that’s chickenshit. — Man, that’s the law
Why would I discuss important matters with woman?
—People don’t belong to people.
—Of course they do !
—We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us.
Over my dead body
(I would prefer not to)