- Benedict Boniface: I'll show you what a man should be. Strong, tender and terrible in his passion.
- Marcelle Cot: Well, Monsieur Boniface! You may be rather plain, but you certainly have a way with women!
- M. Martin: But, then when it rains ca ca... ca ca... ca ca...
- Benedict Boniface: Cabbages?
- M. Martin: No, ca cats and dogs, immediately my little imp... my little imp...
- Benedict Boniface: Your little imp?
- M. Martin: My little imp impediment comes on.
- Angelique Boniface: How very peculiar.
- Benedict Boniface: [mumbles to himself as he turns away] A walking barometer.
- M. Martin: I've been looking forward to the privy... to the privy...
- Angelique Boniface: To the what?
- M. Martin: To the privilege.
- Marcelle Cot: One thing is absolutely clear: it?s the beginning of the end!
- Henri Cot: Where are you going now?
- Marcelle Cot: I'm going to water my cacti. I suppose you think this house runs itself while you're gallivanting about in hotels!
- Angelique Boniface: Circulars for hotels! Disgraceful! Sending out such things.
- Benedict Boniface: Hotels?
- Angelique Boniface: It ought to be prohibited! Listen to this, "Sleep in security at the Hotel Paradiso. Recommended to people who are married, together or separately"
- Benedict Boniface: Together or separately?
- Marcelle Cot: A monster, who drags me away from my home in Pisa and who leaves me here day after day, abandoned in the suburbs!
- Marcelle Cot: We'd better hurry! We must both be back home by midnight. Supposing your wife gets back tonight? Her sister may be better.
- Benedict Boniface: Let's hope not.
- Angelique Boniface: And what about my dress? How do you like it?
- Benedict Boniface: You would look desirable in any dress. And even more desirable - out of it!
- Angelique Boniface: Oh! Monsieur Boniface! It's a new one!
- Benedict Boniface: Oh, who cares about the dress? Does one even glance at the box which contains the bonbon?
- Angelique Boniface: Come now, Benedict, pull yourself together! The champagne must have gone to your head!
- Benedict Boniface: Oh! I don't care what's gone to my head! It's you, it's the dinner, the champagne, the cigar. I want you, I tell you. I tell you, I want you!
- Angelique Boniface: This morning, when they saw that I was feeling a little better, they fixed me up with a sort of vegetable cart, and trundled me back home. And here I am.
- Benedict Boniface: How dreadful!
- Angelique Boniface: Well, look well at both of us! Even if you didn't see the lady's face, surely you must have seen her figure, her silhouette!
- Inspector: Well, it did seem to me that the lady was of rather less - ambitious proportions, but that could have been an optical illusion.
- Marcelle Cot: Oh, Boniface, Boniface! What's to become of us?
- Benedict Boniface: Oh, come now, courage, courage! What a timid little rabbit! What a frightened little pussy!