Last Tango in Paris (1972)
Maria Schneider: Jeanne
Jeanne : Let's drink a toast to our life in the hotel.
Paul : No fuck all that! Hey listen! Let's drink a toast to our life in the country.
Jeanne : You're a nature lover? You didn't tell me that.
Paul : Oh, for christ sake... I'm nature boy. Can't you see me with the cows and the chickenshit all over me? Huh?
Jeanne : Oh, that's right. To the cows!
Paul : Cow.
Jeanne : I will be your cow too.
Paul : I get to milk you twice a day. How about that?
Paul : It's me again.
Jeanne : It's over.
Paul : That's right. It's over and then it begins again.
Jeanne : What begins again? I don't understand anything anymore.
Paul : There's nothing to understand. We left the apartment, and now we begin and love all the rest of it.
Jeanne : The rest of it?
Paul : Yeah, listen. I'm 45. I'm a widower. I own a little hotel. It's kind of a dump, but not completely a flop house. Then I used to live on my luck and I got married, and my wife killed herself.
Jeanne : [in French; subtitled] Olympia is the personification of domestic virtue: faithful, economic and racist.
Jeanne : It's better not knowing anything.
Jeanne : [about Paul, in French] I don't know his name...
Jeanne : Love is not pop.
[Paul and Jeanne are talking in bed about Jeanne's past experiences with men]
Paul : You started grabbing his joint?
Jeanne : Your crazy!
Paul : Well, he touched you, didn't he?
Jeanne : I never let him! Never!
Paul : Ugh! Liar, liar, pants on fire, nose as long as a telephone wire.
Paul : You mean to tell me he didn't touch you? Look at me straight in the face and say, 'He didn't touch me.'
Jeanne : No, he touched me, but the way he did it.
Paul : Aha! The *way* he did it.