- François Forestier: I'm like you, I'm queer, but I haven't met my soul-mate yet. I met someone who doesn't want me. I should give up. That would be smarter. But I'm not smart. I have no chance, but I can't give up. I don't get discouraged. We made love once. Just once. In the beginning. He doesn't want to anymore. Since then I'm like a thief. I steal brief moments... Once I held him tight on my bike. Another time, I slept near him. You have experience. Only you can help me. At my age, did this happen to you? When you liked a boy, what did you do? How did it work?
- Monsieur Cassagne: Listen... It was so long ago... I don't want to disappoint you, but I've forgotten. I'm sorry. I have a client waiting. I have to go.
- Serge Bartolo: The death of a brother is tough. I thought I'd die. But there is something even tougher, tougher than war. It's that life goes on.
- François Forestier: I admit it. I want to sleep with Serge. I want to sleep with Henri. What if another one comes along next week? It's awful. What will become of me?
- Monsieur Morelli: Tonight I'm talking into thin air. You're not listening. Let's just stop.
- Henri Mariani: I'm sorry. It's this morning's news. They gave Salan life imprisonment. You don't care? He wanted to save us, and he was crushed and humiliated.
- Monsieur Morelli: Get some sleep, Mariani. You need it. We'll try again tomorrow.
- Henri Mariani: Tell me what you think. I need to know.
- Monsieur Morelli: I don't know what I think. But I understand your anger.