- Opening Titles: Mr. Hulot is off for a week by the sea. Take a seat behind his camera, and you can spend it with him. Don't look for a plot, for a holiday is meant purely for fun, and if you look for it, you will find more fun in ordinary life than in fiction.
- [last lines]
- Strolling Man: [to Hulot] See you later. Nice to meet you. My address.
- [hands a visiting card]
- The Aunt: A marvelous view, don't you think, Monsieur? I was just admiring the sea, the rocks, the white sails. It's all so lovely. Is that Saint-Nazare? See? Over there.
- Monsieur Hulot: No. It's over there.
- The Aunt: I always find a seaside vacation so pleasant and restful. Unfortunately, it's so windy that my hair's always a mess.
- Hotel Proprietor: Monsieur? Ah, see. Monsieur? What? Allow me.
- [removes Hulot's pipe]
- Monsieur Hulot: Hulot. H-U-L-O-T.
- The Young Intellectual: Mademoiselle, please. Are you familiar with Bertrand's essay? It's particularly relevant for women protesting bourgeois decadence. Even a housewife...
- Martine: Sorry.
- The Young Intellectual: Must be socially and politically aware.
- [repeated line]
- Newspaper Salesman: Get the latest news! "Daily Telegraph!" "Paris Matin!"
- Fashionable Male Youth #1: [to Martine] What about my place? I have a sensational record by Billie Holiday.
- Fashionable Male Youth #2: I prefer the Duke.
- Fashionable Male Youth #3: What about Fats Waller?
- Fashionable Male Youth #1: [Offering a cigarette to Martine] A king-size?
- Fashionable Male Youth #2: Perhaps you'd prefer mine?
- [first lines]
- Commandant: ...and, dear Lady, in those days I was a Cavalry Captain, and there was discipline and authority!