- Serge Gainsbourg: [after a man tips him while he plays the piano] What are you fucking kidding me? I'm not a jukebox!
- Serge Gainsbourg: You match my aesthetic criteria. You're pure beauty and you're also the tragic figure of despair.
- [pause]
- Serge Gainsbourg: Do you understand what I'm saying?
- Bambou: You want to screw me?
- Serge Gainsbourg: Maybe. I'm just saying it more poetically.
- Lucien Ginsburg: When I go out, it's to meet up with women. How else do think I was able to draw cunt hair?
- Serge Gainsbourg: [about the Jamaicans in the studio] Why do they look so fucking miserable?
- Le Producteur Musique de Gainsbourg: They want to know what you're going to play. I don't know what to tell them about your sexual songs.
- Serge Gainsbourg: Why? They don't fuck?
- Le Producteur Musique de Gainsbourg: They don't mess around with reggae. To them, it's sacred music.
- Serge Gainsbourg: Then tell them we'll sing La Marseillaise.
- Le Producteur Musique de Gainsbourg: How do I explain that?
- Serge Gainsbourg: [to the Jamaicans in English] It's a French war song.
- [looking at a statue of a man with a cabbage head]
- La Gueule: Hey, Gainsbarre, he sure looks like us, doesn't he?
- Serge Gainsbourg: I'm the man with the cabbage head. Half vegetable, half man.
- Olga Ginsburg: Your sisters didn't cry as much as you did for that dog. You cried more for that dog than for your own poor father.
- France Gall: Everyone loves the songs my father chooses for me.
- Serge Gainsbourg: Don't you want to piss your father off once in a while?
- France Gall: Why?
- Serge Gainsbourg: A guy once told me, if the parents like what you do, then it's shit.
- [pause]
- Serge Gainsbourg: You want me to write you a dirty song?
- [last lines]
- Serge Gainsbourg: [looking at his newborn baby] Let's name him after his daddy.
- Bambou: The king Serge.
- Serge Gainsbourg: Non Lucien the second. Called to take over France like his dad. And Navarre too, don't forget.