- Le vendeur: Six hundred louis.
- Mr. Robert Klein: Three hundred.
- Le vendeur: You must be joking. At that price, I'd rather keep it.
- Mr. Robert Klein: As you wish.
- Le vendeur: It's easy for you, when a man is forced to sell.
- Mr. Robert Klein: But I'm not forced to buy. I'm not a collector. For me it's just a job.
- Le vendeur: Make me a reasonable offer.
- Mr. Robert Klein: Three hundred.
- Background Radio: Snow woven of quartz and crystal, pendant drops, lacy arabesques, webs of icy silk. Fables, dreams, spells, illusions. And suddenly, the blue glare and the red blaze of the young Phalangists. The flower, the pride of France! The paladins! On the horizon, the pinnacles of Leningrad appear and disappear like a mirage.
- Pierre: I knew you were an idiot, but not this much!
- Mr. Robert Klein: If I weren't an idiot, why would I trust *you*?
- Le père de Robert Klein: Indifference is like a still, flat sea surrounding a drowning man. It's like a flock of sheep grazing in the ruins of a village. Or like a worm crawling over a putrid wound.