The Drummer: Who's that chick?
The Drummer: Well, your Cinderella's got a pistol this big in her bag.
Fred: It's her magic wand.
Fred: Why do I love you?
Héléna: Because I'm an amazing woman.
Fred: Why don't you love me?
Héléna: Because I don't have the guts.
Fred: Are you lazy?
Fred: Who does the cooking at your house?
Héléna: The cook.
Fred: And the housework?
Héléna: The housekeeper.
Fred: And the lovemaking?
Héléna: [to La préfète] Stop! Tell your story to someone else... because I don't give a fuck about all this bullshit.
The Singer: [singing] How can I keep on smiling at their disguise? When I know nothing good ever comes from lies. My heart is no beginner. But still, I can lose my temper. Yeah. How can we keep on watching that fuckin' TV? We're so bored, we don't even care what we see. Takes our strength away. And never, never shows us the way. No. But I think I know the answer. It's only mystery and I like it.
The Commissioner: [after seeing his wife crying] Mrs. Kerman, is there a problem?
Héléna: No. I was just telling your wife that I don't give a fuck about her stories.
The Singer: [singing] Guns don't kill people. People kill people.
The Roller Skater: I'm moving out. You're life's story is fucking depressing.
The Drummer: Hey, how you're doing cats?
The Roller Skater: Son of a bitch, a drummer with no fucking sense of timing.
The Roller Skater: So what're you doing down here?
Fred: Ha! That's a good question! Can I trust you?
The Roller Skater: No, but tell me anyway.
Commissioner Gesberg: [to The Roller Skater] Police. Handcuffs. Prison.
Fred: Oh yeah, there's a picture of you as a kid too. 9 years old, 60 pounds,
Fred: Oh, you were a looker even back then... I'll knock the price down to 10,000 if you let me keep it.