Brontë Mitchell Faure:
We don't have to like each other. We just have to get married.
[
trying to shift all the blame for their bogus marriage onto Georges]
Brontë Mitchell Faure:
You stroll around my apartment, touching my things. Do you know what trouble you've gotten me into? Do you?
Georges:
I am the husband!
Georges:
[
in response to Bronte's telling him that she will donate her time to a children's agriculture charity] If it amuses you, then do it.
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