- Maitre Clement: Everything I've done was for women. I like to look at them and to touch them.I enjoy giving them pleasure. Women are magic, so I became a magician.
- Julien Vercel: I need a secretary skilled in typing and shorthand. Also fluent in English, to start in one month. Yes, references required. Marital status? Irrelevant.
- Julien Vercel: I did hear two strange gunshots. One, then another five seconds later, like to kill a wounded duck, except there were no ducks.
- Julien Vercel: You've no reason to be afraid. You know I never get angry. I don't understand anger or arguments. When I'm upset with someone, I just clam up, that's all.
- Marie-Christine Vercel: It's true. I was Massoulier's mistress. It's ancient history. You were never around. Anyway, I don't give a damn. He was a bastard. And lousy in the sack!
- Julien Vercel: I must leave town tonight. Run the agency while I'm gone.
- Barbara Becker: I'm in charge? Didn't you just fire me? Make up your mind.
- Barbara Becker: We aren't professionals, we're amateurs! We act for fun and to entertain others. Who gave touchy-feely Bertrand the part anyway?
- Julien Vercel: The key lies in Marie-Christine's past. I must investigate in Nice where she was a beautician.
- Maitre Clement: It's not as simple as believing or not believing. Life isn't a novel. In a novel, our friend would be guilty. You have to admit, fleeing is the act of a guilty man.
- Julien Vercel: Take it to Clement, but don't tell him I'm here. I can't compromise him.
- Barbara Becker: Compromise him? He's a lawyer, not an alter boy!
- Barbara Becker: Could it be one of her lovers?
- Lablache: In the past 25 years I've learned one thing: Lovers never have a woman shadowed, but husbands do!
- Barbara Becker: What would you do?
- Maitre Clement: If he asked me, I'd tell him what I'm telling you: There's no reason to worry. This is France, where, thank God, juries are often lenient on crimes of passion.
- Paule Delbecq: Have some respect! I know he wasn't the only one. Lots of men were sniffing around that bitch in heat! It got ugly when that slut hit town. Yes, she was a slut!
- Julien Vercel: Tying up an unconscious man isn't very heroic.
- Barbara Becker: We're not here to be heroic.
- Julien Vercel: Death is a strange thing, isn't it? When people die of illness it's cruel and unfair, but it's really death. But when it's a crime, a murder, death becomes abstract, as if solving the mystery is all that matters, like in a detective novel.
- Julien Vercel: I found the salon for her. She closed her beauty salon soon after opening it, she said she wanted to spend more time with me. I was so attracted to her, terribly attracted. You couldn't understand.
- Barbara Becker: Then why tell me about it?
- Louison: Me, a dame? A dame? I've been called lots of things, but no one ever dared call me a dame. I'd rather be deaf than hear such things.
- Barbara Becker: The town looks so pretty from here, especially after the rain.
- Julien Vercel: When I opened my agency, whenever a customer hesitated, I'd bring him here to convince him. Behind this multitude of lights are all sorts of things: people watching TV, working night shifts, children sleeping, and our killer, who'll be really surprised when the cops arrest him.
- Barbara Becker: You're blonde, too.
- Secretarial candidate: Yes, I am. So what?
- Barbara Becker: It's a terrific asset. Mr. Vercel hates brunettes. In fact, he fired me. I leave at the end of the month.
- Secretarial candidate: Don't fret, it might not be because you're a brunette. Maybe he just wants to rejuvenate his staff.
- Barbara Becker: Thanks, I feel so much better. It's a pity Mr. Vercel's away. He'd be very interested in you.
- Barbara Becker: You never saw me as a woman. I'm not a platinum blonde with fake eyelashes, so I don't merit a second look.
- Barbara Becker: You despise me?
- Julien Vercel: I don't despise you.
- Barbara Becker: Well, I despise you.
- Barbara Becker: I thought he was fishy ever since he handled my divorce. I even had to slap him in the face.
- Julien Vercel: Why?
- Barbara Becker: It seemed the best way to get his hands off my bra.