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: Is it a crime to want things to be beautiful?
: Do you know, Charles, why that clock strikes? To announce the death of another hour.
: You scoundrel! Lheureux
: I beg your pardon? Emma Bovary
: You monster! Lheureux
: It's hardly becoming, Madame Bovary, for a woman of your character to start calling names. I've tolerated your conduct for too long. The things I've witnessed! The cheating, the lying, the insatiable greed! What ininquities! What sordid passions! Your child and husband deceived! All morals abandoned! Every loyalty forsworn while you indulged yourself with any man that came your way! Emma Bovary
: Oh, dont! Please! Lheureux
: And now you call me names. I am in the business of making money, Madame Bovvary, a recognized, honorable profession, a profession which I am confident bears public comparison with yours.
: I'm a fairly courageous man, Emma, but I was afraid of you. Emma Bovary
: No! Oh... oh, I ask for too much, I know it. I expected too much of you. Rodolphe Boulanger
: You asked for something that consumes while it burns - that destroys everything it touches. I didn't want to be destroyed.
: I realized that before getting married I was contemplating my coming life like a child. In a theater, um... sitting there in high spirits, and eagerly waiting for the play to begin. It was a blessing in my early youth that I did not know what was really going to happen. When I look back now, it seems that I was like an innocent prisoner, condemned not to death, but to life, and as-yet unconscious of what the sentence meant. And the longer I live, the more clearly I feel that on a whole, life's a disappointment.
: This is going to be very expensive. Emma Bovary
: You will extend me credit, will you not? Monsieur Lheureux
: [slides fabric swatches toward her
] Money should never be the problem - only the solution.
: I will not remain inert, standing in a fever of despair. The Marquis
: My dear Emma, you are unrelenting, standing under an apple tree, wishing to smell the scent of orange blossoms. So yes, you are indeed standing in a lost world of illusion. You like to hear the words, but you have no courage to act upon your feelings.