Jean Gabin credited as playing...
- Fifi: [after being thrown out of the car] You're leaving me out here? How will I get back?
- Max: [laconically] Ride on the back of a snail, Daddy-o.
- Max: That's the trouble with young people - they're so doggone young!
- Max: [of Riton] There isn't a tooth in his mouth I haven't paid for.
- Josy: Max, you must come. Lola as a mermaid in the second number will be a riot.
- Max: Oh, yes. I know.
- Max: [explaining why Lola and Josy are late for their jobs at the nightclub] Marinette, it's not their fault. We're just too handsome. They couldn't get away from us. We had to bring them here.
- Marinette: Should I thank you for the mayhem in my chicken coop? I'll put you where you can see the show.
- Max: [grabs Nana's breasts from behind while she escorts him to Pierrot's office] Shall I help you to carry all that?
- Nana: [gently slaps Max's hand] You're naughty, Mr. Max.
- Max: I'll bring Marco. If I leave, he'll keep you company. Seeing the girls will buck you up a bit.
- Lola: Wait for me after the show?
- Max: What an idea! You'll still be dancing when I'm snoring.
- Lola: Snore if you like - at my place.
- Max: I've vouched for you, so don't mess up.
- Max: Haven't you finished playing the fool at your age? You're just like those saps. Look at 'em. Mr. Dugenet - with his nerves. Duglandin the fatso. Even better: Dufion the Bogeyman. All paying for dances while waiting for the showgirls. And you're just like them. Waiting patiently for Madam to get dressed so you can take her to the hotel. You're a real sap, chum.
- Riton: A sap? Why am I a sap?
- Max: Because 10 years ago you'd have waited for her to come home with the money, understand? Now you don't even let her make any.
- Riton: I don't care whether she makes money now.
- Max: That's all the more reason - you know what happens when you give in to them. So go off home alone. Your Josy knows the way back. And a little anxiety will lick her into shape.
- Riton: [on the phone] I'm with Angelo and Bastien discussing business.
- Max: Now listen, Riton. Don't leave your room with them under any pretext. Fishy business, understand?
- Max: Listen, I'm off. Staying?
- Riton: One last drink?
- Max: I know what your "last drinks" are like. After that we'll have to have one with Pierrot. And then there'll be the girls. They'll want us to take them to supper - and then stuff 'em.
- Riton: So what?
- Max: Let me have some peace! That job was my last. It was done and that was that. I'd been waiting for it. I've been fed up with our dumb business for a long time. I want to retire, don't you understand?
- Max: [pulls Hughette, Oscar's secretary, in close] As pretty as ever.
- Hughette: Be good, Max. He's your Uncle, after all.
- Max: That's fine! Keep it in the family.
- [looks down Hughette's blouse]
- Max: It's nice to find one's little friends in good form.
- Hughette: Yes, but we haven't seen you in three months.
- Max: Too busy, darling. You know how it is.
- [long kiss]
- Max: You remember at the Mystific, when I left you to talk to Lola? Know who was in her dressing room? Josy - with Mr. Angelo, getting into it, believe me.
- Riton: Why didn't you tell me?
- Max: I'm thinking about serous business rather than petting parties.
- Riton: You're right. I'm a sap.
- Max: Let's say temporary madness.
- Max: I should have worked alone. Trouble is, I've been sentimental. Well, that's just too bad for me.
- Max: You're getting greedy.
- Oscar: What about all the bloodsuckers I have to pay to keep quiet? So they don't have time to get too inquisitive. Will you grease their palms for me?
- Max: Always doing something idiotic. What a fool he is! And he thinks he's somebody because he's brave. He may be brave, but he's a fool. I ought never to have hitched up with him. The things I might have done, if he hadn't been there. Well, that's my fault.
