Catherine Frot: Marlène Sasseur

Le Dîner de Cons

Marlène Sasseur

François Pignon: Marlène Hissister? It's me again. I'm calling to say Mrs. Brochant came home. Yes, a moment ago. She's fine, Mr. Brochant is fine, everybody's fine. His back is sore, but he's taking it better.
Pierre Brochant: Say goodbye!
François Pignon: I'm not really a friend of his. He likes my models. I make matchstick models of engineering feats; the Tancarville Bridge, the Golden Gate Bridge...
Pierre Brochant: She doesn't care!
François Pignon: She's very interested!
Pierre Brochant: Don't tie up my phone line!
François Pignon: Sorry, I have to go now. He needs me, and in his shape, I can't leave him alone.
Pierre Brochant: [frustrated] Oh, my God!
Marlène Sasseur: Alone? His wife isn't back?
François Pignon: What? Sure she's back... but she stepped out. She hasn't walked out, she stepped out... to throw out the garbage.
Pierre Brochant: What is this?
François Pignon: Aries, with Gemini ascending. Aries don't lie. I'm not lying.
Pierre Brochant: Enough!
Marlène Sasseur: I'll be right over.
François Pignon: Hello? She said, "I'll be right over" and hung up.
Pierre Brochant: Give me that phone!
François Pignon: Sorry, I played it too cool. I didn't expect her to be so cunning.

Marlène Sasseur: It's you, darling. I'll drop off the dogs and be right over.
Pierre Brochant: Don't! My wife'll be home any minute. Don't come over!
Marlène Sasseur: Sorry, but I doubt she'll be returning. Know what I think? She's back with Leblanc.
Pierre Brochant: Leblanc? Why even bring him up? It's over between them! I say she's with no one! Please stay home tonight, okay?
[she hangs up]
Pierre Brochant: Hello? That nut won't listen!

Marlène Sasseur: Hello?
François Pignon: Hello, Pr. Sorbier, please. For Pierre Brochant.
Marlène Sasseur: Pierre Brochant?
François Pignon: Yes. I need the doctor right away.
Marlène Sasseur: There's no doctor here.
François Pignon: Sorry, I dialed a wrong number. I skipped a line. The handwriting's so tiny.
Pierre Brochant: Who cares? Just hang up!
François Pignon: Yes, I'm at his place. Yes, he's here. No, he's in pretty bad shape. He's got a bad back. He can't move, he's spread out on the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Pierre Brochant: Who are you talking to?
François Pignon: Who am I talking to? Really? Then I can tell you he's in very bad shape. His wife left him, too. He's broken, body and soul!
Pierre Brochant: Stop that!
François Pignon: I must go. He's about to lose it. Bye!

Pierre Brochant: [learning Francois kicked Christine out, assuming she was Marlene] What did you say to her?
François Pignon: To whom?
Pierre Brochant: To my wife!
François Pignon: Not a thing.
Pierre Brochant: She comes home, and you chase her away!
François Pignon: I thought she was the nutcase. I thought the nympho dumped her dogs and came to make trouble.
Marlène Sasseur: Who is he talking about?
Pierre Brochant: [coming back, Juste begins laughing again and leaves] Please, go home! I have a serious problem!
Marlène Sasseur: Pierre, listen to me.
Pierre Brochant: Marlene, go away!
Marlène Sasseur: I cram three dogs in my car to come over, and you throw me out?

Pierre Brochant: Francois Pignon, Marlene.
François Pignon: Marlene?
Pierre Brochant: Who did you toss out earlier?
François Pignon: Marlene.
Marlène Sasseur: What?
Pierre Brochant: This is Marlene. Who did you toss out?
[Juste starts laughing]
Pierre Brochant: If this is so funny, get out!
Juste Leblanc: Sorry.
Pierre Brochant: A blonde in a beige raincoat?
François Pignon: You said, "That nut will show up!". A woman shows up, I figure it's the nut!
Marlène Sasseur: What nut?
Juste Leblanc: [laughing harder] I'll be back.

François Pignon: [on the phone with Marlene] She's suicidal.
Pierre Brochant: It's blackmail. Where are my keys?
François Pignon: Don't do anything silly! Swear you won't!
Marlène Sasseur: You're nice. But he's a bastard! One hell of a bastard!
François Pignon: Don't say that.
Marlène Sasseur: He's so mean! Even in his way of having fun!
François Pignon: I have to go.
Marlène Sasseur: If he hadn't hurt his back, he'd be making fun of some guy.
François Pignon: What do you mean?
Pierre Brochant: Hang up!
Marlène Sasseur: Didn't he tell you? Every week, they hold a dinner game. They invite idiots and make fun of them all night!

Marlène Sasseur: Pierre, it's me. Pierre, I know you're there. You're not being nice. You promised to leave your wife. Look how you treat me now! Answer me! I need you. I'm not well! Pick up the phone! If you don't, I'll do something silly!
François Pignon: [picking up] His wife had an accident. He's at the hospital.
Marlène Sasseur: An accident?
François Pignon: It's not serious, but...
Marlène Sasseur: Serves him right!
François Pignon: Don't say that, Marlene.
Marlène Sasseur: Serves him right! He's mean! His wife's in the hospital, and I'll kill myself!
François Pignon: Don't kill yourself. Try to understand, it's been hell...
Marlène Sasseur: He's a bastard!
[spilling her drink]
Marlène Sasseur: Fuck, my glass... look at that mess. Why did I fall for that bastard?