- Pablo: [Talking to Cecile and Phillipe at the bar] You two are not drunk on anything. Very bad. To live, you must be drunk on something... uh, love, money, success, failure, even whiskey, but *something*!
- Cecile: You may be drunk, but you're right!
- Pablo: Of course I'm right, I'm rich... or maybe it's the other way around.
- Cecile: [giggling] You always have such a good time.
- Pablo: Always. Except when I'm home in America. Not *North* America...
- Philippe: *South* America!
- Pablo: You tell someone you are rich and from America, and they *always* think you are from Texas!
- Cecile: [narrating] Later they told us that was the seventh accident at that spot since the beginning of summer. Seven - my lucky number.
- Cecile: [continues] Anyone else would have left my father a note that would have ruined his sleep for the rest of his life. But Anne gave both of us a magnificently considerate present: she allowed us to believe her death was an accident. My father never mentions the word "suicide" to anybody - not even to me.
- Anne Larson: You're looking wonderfully well. I'm surprised - and pleased.
- Cecile: Why surprised?
- Anne Larson: Well, from Raymond's description, I thought...
- Cecile: Oh, that was in Paris. And in Paris I was worn out from studying.
- Anne Larson: How did you do in your examinations?
- Cecile: [shrugs and laughs] Flunked.
- Anne Larson: Flunked?
- Cecile: [shrugs] Flunked!
- Anne Larson: Are you studying now?
- Cecile: During vacation?
- Anne Larson: Well, you're going to take your examinations again, in October?
- Cecile: Why? Raymond never got a diploma.
- Anne Larson: Yes, but he worked hard, made quite a bit of money.
- Cecile: Well, if it's all gone, I'm sure they'll always be a man to take care of me. And you don't need a diploma for that.
- [giggles]
- Anne Larson: [curtly] I don't like vulgarities, Cecile. Even when they're funny.
- Cecile: I have another moral, Anne. If you can't accept people as they are, give them up. Don't try to change them. Besides, it's usually too late.
- Anne Larson: You know, I spent my honeymoon by the sea 12 years ago.
- Cecile: Did you like it? I mean, the place?
- Anne Larson: Yes, I liked both it and the place.
- Cecile: Albertine! I mean Léontine! Slight maid problem. Some weird sisters rotate working for us.
- Anne Larson: Weird? How?
- Cecile: Every week one or the other is suddenly stricken with some odd malady. Maybe it's us.
- Maid: Yes, Mademoiselle?
- Cecile: Oh! Léontine...
- Maid: Léontine has a bad liver. I am her sister, Claudine.
- Cecile: [Referring to Anne] She's prim, and prissy, and a prude. And a know it all. And I hate her!
- Cecile: [starting to pour herself a bath] She's changed him. And she'll change me. She'll change everything. I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!
- Cecile: [pausing, looking in the mirror] No, it isn't her fault he doesn't love you anymore. It's yours. You're spoiled, and willful, and arrogant, and lazy. A mean little monster!
- Cecile: [continues] Anne had made me look at myself for the first time in my life. And that turned me against her - dead against her.