Michel Poiccard: Don't use the brakes. Cars are made to go, not to stop!
Patricia Franchini: When the French say a second, they mean five minutes.
Michel Poiccard: There's no need to lie. It's like poker. The truth is best. The others still think you're bluffing, so you win.
Michel Poiccard: Reminds me of the one about the condemned man. Climbing the scaffold stairs, he trips, and says, "It figures... "
Michel Poiccard: You Americans are dumb. You admire Lafayette and Maurice Chevalier. They're the dumbest of all Frenchmen.
Patricia Franchini: It's sad to fall asleep. It separates people. Even when you're sleeping together, you're all alone.
Michel Poiccard alias Laszlo Kovacs: It's silly, but I love you. I wanted to see you, to see if I'd want to see you.
Patricia Franchini: I don't know if I'm unhappy because I'm not free, or if I'm not free because I'm unhappy.
Patricia Franchini: Are you afraid of getting old? I am.
Parvulesco: Two things are important in life: for men, women; for women, money.
Michel Poiccard alias Laszlo Kovacs: I'm tired. I'm going to sleep.
Patricia Franchini: What is your greatest ambition in life?
Parvulesco: To become immortal... and then die.
Michel Poiccard: If you don't like the sea... or the mountains... or the big city... then get stuffed!
Michel Poiccard: Women will never do in eight seconds what they would gladly agree to in eight days.
Michel Poiccard: When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.
Patricia Franchini: We're hiding like elephants when they're happy.
Patricia Franchini: We look at each other in the eye, and it's no use.
Van Doude, The Journalist: What's more ethical: The women who cheats, or the man who walks out?
Parvulesco: The woman who cheats.
Michel Poiccard: Informers inform, burglars burgle, murderers murder, lovers love.
Michel Poiccard: I always get interested in girls who aren't right for me.
Michel Poiccard: [to Patricia] All right, I'll count to 8, and if you haven't smiled, I'll strangle you.
Patricia Franchini: Do you know William Faulkner?
Michel Poiccard: No. Who's he? Have you slept with him?
Michel Poiccard: I told you being afraid is the worst sin there is.
Michel Poiccard: Shall we steal a Cadillac?
Michel Poiccard: Seen Antonio?
Hood: I'll tell you if I can kiss the girl.
Michel Poiccard: How old are you?
Patricia Franchini: A hundred.
Michel Poiccard: You don't look it.
Cal Zombach: You're wearing silk socks with a tweed jacket.
Patricia Franchini: New York Herald Tribune!
Michel Poiccard: After all, I'm an asshole. After all, yes, I've got to. I've got to!