- [first lines]
- Louis Malle, Himself: Excuse me, sir. Did you realize we've been filming you for 15 minutes? Do you realize we've been filming you?
- Old Man: What?
- Louis Malle, Himself: Filming.
- Old Man: Filming me? No.
- Louis Malle, Himself: You didn't notice?
- Old Man: Not at all.
- Louis Malle, Himself: Do you live on the area?
- Old Man: What?
- Louis Malle, Himself: Do you live on the area?
- Old Man: No.
- Louis Malle, Himself: Are you from Paris?
- Old Man: No.
- Louis Malle, Himself: We filmed for ten days on a short stretch of sidewalk on the Place de la République. The concept was simple: with camera and mic in plain view, we struck up conversations with passers-by.
- Young Woman: We've attracted a crowd.
- Louis Malle, Himself: Think they're looking at you?
- Young Woman: They're looking at you, not me.
- Louis Malle, Himself: How do you know?
- Young Woman: I'm sure of it.
- Wig Saleslady: This is a man's hairpiece.
- Louis Malle, Himself: For balding men?
- Wig Saleslady: Not just that. Some people want...
- Louis Malle, Himself: A change of color?
- Wig Saleslady: Yes, or as a joke. I work a lot with the, eh, the "men" let's say, who perform at Madame Arthur's place.
- Louis Malle, Himself: Homosexuals?
- Wig Saleslady: Right.
- Elderly Street Violinist: Don't you have anything to give? Don't like my face? What's it to you? If you wanted to, you'd have a heart. All animals have a heart, but not all humans, believe me! I was born in '82. In '82, gentleman. See here if I'm lying. Thank you, sir. It's good luck to help the elderly.
- Gloria France's Daughter-in-Law: You believe everything in the papers? It's more bullshit than truth. They can't print the truth. They hide the truth.
- Female Lab Worker: Happiness? Oh, you know. Depends on what you call happiness. Once you've got a job and everything you need. I'd be happy with a husband who provided everything. No need to work. I'd have my kids. That's what I call happiness.
- Louis Malle, Himself: You don't have that?
- Female Lab Worker: No. I think if a woman has to work, leave in the morning, return home at night, plus do all the housekeeping, that's not happiness. That's slavery.
- Female Lab Worker: I think happiness is when you work alone, the husband comes home, and everything's ready. That's happiness. A guy in his slippers, a cozy nest. That's happiness. Don't you think? A man should provide everything for his wife.
- Louis Malle, Himself: Some women don't believe that now.
- Female Lab Worker: Why? Is it selfish?
- Louis Malle, Himself: Some women are completely opposed to those ideas. A woman should work just like a man. It's important for her freedom.
- Female Lab Worker: Because they don't like housekeeping. They don't want kids.
- Female Lab Worker: Imagine what Paris will be like in five years. With all the foreigners now - I hope to leave Paris within three years. It doesn't feel like our country anymore. It's their right. I'm not racist. I don't care, as long as they leave me alone. Right?
- Female Lab Worker: I worked in a laboratory. The diseases and microbes you can catch from those people.
- Louis Malle, Himself: Foreigners?
- Female Lab Worker: Yes. From the French too. It's not just the foreigners.
- Female Lab Worker: Fate led me to marry a Frenchman, but I could easily have married a Spaniard or an Italian.
- Louis Malle, Himself: An Algerian?
- Female Lab Worker: No. No. Algerian, no. No way. I'd be scared of him. They're not straight with you.
- Louis Malle, Himself: An African?
- Female Lab Worker: No, no way. Even less chance of that.