Angeline: Oh, be careful when you're changing the formaldehyde of the bicephalic shark from Nice. It's still alive. Yesterday its teeth had grown four centimetres.
Metacontrol Inspector: The stance of Paris on this matter is ethically unclean. This 300-metre tower that they have beside the river is a monstrous, subversive phallic symbol, and should be dynamited. Blown up, disintegrated, as if it had never existed. Sometimes the Parisians let themselves be carried away by nostalgia. But we don't need nostalgia, do we?
Metacontrol Deputy Inspector: No, no...
Metacontrol Inspector: Tomorrow you will vote in favour. Is that clear? In favour of the dynamite. And I won't hear any more about it. An architectural castration, that's what we need...
Angeline: We will leave tomorrow to spend a few days in the North Pyrenees nature reserve. I need to relax. Unwrap the cat, we will take it with us.
Number 3: All you men are dogs, but you are the worst I've ever seen. Lift your leg.
Method Actor: The immortality of cinema... Number Three, will you give the order that when I die, my neuronal structure will also be transplanted, Réseau Céleste, along with all these women, or do you just plan to keep some chunks of my body in formaldehyde?
Angeline: Everything living is lethal, Life is dangerous, and kills. To eat, you die a little each time. To keep living is to move towards death. But my thoughts tell me that death is only apparent, that only the flesh rots. That perhaps this is not the only reality. That a sweet dream awaits us at the end of this agitation. A sweet dream...
Method Actor: Listen, why don't we do a text scene? Without dialogues, we become mere sex objects, we never say anything... She, apart from being a female, is also a person. Are we people, or simply instruments of masturbation for drooling spectators?
Head Insurgent: You mean you're on her side. Just what we needed! You are going to do exactly what I tell you, and I will not leave you be until I get hard. Vous comprenez, mademoiselle?... And stop being so Actor's Studio! The Antiterrorist Law is going to get us before we finish... We're going to lose the satellite!
Number 3: Defendant 0001. Arrested following an anonymous denunciation. Charged with collecting photographs of a woman. With making seditious comments. With fits of nostalgia. With doubtful hygiene. Found guilty as charged. You may elect retraction.
Convict 0001: I elect.
Number 3: What punishment do you offer?
Convict 0001: I will confess my crimes in public. I will shave my eyebrows. I will open my belly with a spoon and hang myself by the neck until I die before the year ends.
Number 3: Defendant 0001 is released under surveillance. If he does not carry out his word, he will be automatically disconnected. 0001, you may go.
Metacontrol Inspector: Doctor, what do you plan to do with her nails?
The surgeon: The same as always...
Metacontrol Inspector: Do you want them?... Come on, don't be shy. Do you want them or not?
Supervisor: Yes. This is the happiest day of my life.
Metacontrol Inspector: Fine. I will wait for you outside. Don't be too long, we haven't much time. And be more careful this time, don't swallow them.