- Raymonde: He always has it all figured out. A perfect traveling partner, so unlike his usual self. He's so kind and thoughtful. He buys oranges and peels them for you. Lights your cigarette himself. A perfect gentleman. He tells you the history of all the places. "Here Big Charles did his big heist." "This is ex-con land." "Here Alphonse bumped off Déde." What a geographer! The closer we get to the sea, the tenderer he becomes. The way he behaves on a train, he makes third class feel like first class.
- Jeanne: You often travel together?
- Raymonde: It's the first time.
- Louise Lecouvreur: There you are. Your things. Hat, coat, purse. Did I forget something?
- Renée: No. That's all I possess.
- Emile Lecouvreur: You have youth and good looks. That's something.
- Louise Lecouvreur: Being pretty is no help. So how it complicated her life.
- Pierre: You want to hear the truth? I had it all premeditated that night. I'm a murderer. Death didn't scare me, as you think. Freedom did.
- Renée: My past is over and done with. Yet somehow I can't leave it behind. I can't forget and start over. It has nothing to do with Pierre. It's only me. I can't give in. I had such hopes. Such confidence in myself. I lived for love. You can't bring yourself to stop believing in it. You don't want to change. That's foolish. You need someone to force you to get out. Like at a cemetery or a theater, when they shout at you, "Go away. We're closing up."
- Monsieur Edmond: All women have moments of despair. A kind of down feeling. Their own little whirlwinds.
- Raymonde: Why do you have a crush on her? Aren't we happy?
- Monsieur Edmond: No.
- Raymonde: Are you sure?
- Monsieur Edmond: Yes!
- Raymonde: Don't you like our life?
- Monsieur Edmond: Do you?
- Raymonde: I have to. I got used to it. Despite my black eye, you're a good fella. We may quarrel, but we get along fine when we hit the sheets.
- Monsieur Edmond: I'm sick of it. I feel suffocated. You get it? Suffocated.