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: You like all of me? My mouth? My eyes? My nose? And my ears? Paul Javal
: Yes, all of you. Camille Javal
: Then you love me... totally? Paul Javal
: Yes. Totally... tenderly... tragically.
: I like you better without the hat and cigar. Paul Javal
: I'm just imitating Dean Martin in "Some Came Running." Camille Javal
: Very funny. You don't remind me of Dean Martin, but of Martin and the ass. Don't you know the story about Martin and the ass? Paul Javal
: No. Camille Javal
: One day Martin went to Baghdad to buy himself a flying carpet. And a merchant sold him a very pretty one. Martin sat down on the carpet, but it didn't fly. "Well," said the merchant, "that's not surprising." Are you listening to me? Paul Javal
: Yes. Camille Javal
: "That's not surprising. The carpet will never fly if you think of an ass." "All right," Martin said, "I just won't think of an ass." But then he couldn't stop thinking of an ass! And the carpet wouldn't fly. Paul Javal
: I don't see what that has to do with me. Camille Javal
: That's exactly what I mean.
: After dinner we'll see a movie. It'll give me ideas. Camille Javal
: Use your own ideas instead of stealing them from everyone else.
] I've noticed the more we doubt, the more we cling to a false lucidity, in hope of rationalizing what feelings have made murky.
: Was that smile mocking or tender? Camille Javal
] Tender. Paul Javal
: Answer me, then. Camille Javal
: If it were true, I'd tell you. A woman can always find excuses. But you're a stupid sod sometimes. Paul Javal
: Bad language doesn't suit you. Camille Javal
: Doesn't it? Just listen. Asshole... fuck... shit... goddammit... bastard... bollocks... bloody hassle. You still think it doesn't suit me?
: [trying to impress the girl by speaking French
] What do you think... me? Camille Javal
: Get in your Alfa, Romeo. We'll see about that!