Bonjour Tristesse (1958)
Cecile: It's getting out of control. I just wish I were a lot older or a lot younger.
Anne Larson: You're looking wonderfully well. I'm surprised - and pleased.
Cecile: Why surprised?
Anne Larson: Well, from Raymond's description, I thought...
Cecile: Oh, that was in Paris. And in Paris I was worn out from studying.
Anne Larson: How did you do in your examinations?
Cecile: [shrugs and laughs] Flunked.
Anne Larson: Flunked?
Cecile: [shrugs] Flunked!
Anne Larson: Are you studying now?
Cecile: During vacation?
Anne Larson: Well, you're going to take your examinations again, in October?
Cecile: Why? Raymond never got a diploma.
Anne Larson: Yes, but he worked hard, made quite a bit of money.
Cecile: Well, if it's all gone, I'm sure they'll always be a man to take care of me. And you don't need a diploma for that.
Anne Larson: [curtly] I don't like vulgarities, Cecile. Even when they're funny.
Anne Larson: You know, I spent my honeymoon by the sea 12 years ago.
Cecile: Did you like it? I mean, the place?
Anne Larson: Yes, I liked both it and the place.
Cecile: Albertine! I mean Léontine! Slight maid problem. Some weird sisters rotate working for us.
Anne Larson: Weird? How?
Cecile: Every week one or the other is suddenly stricken with some odd malady. Maybe it's us.
Maid: Yes, Mademoiselle?
Cecile: Oh! Léontine...
Maid: Léontine has a bad liver. I am her sister, Claudine.
Pablo: [Talking to Cecile and Phillipe at the bar] You two are not drunk on anything. Very bad. To live, you must be drunk on something... uh, love, money, success, failure, even whiskey, but *something*!
Cecile: You may be drunk, but you're right!
Pablo: Of course I'm right, I'm rich... or maybe it's the other way around.
Cecile: [giggling] You always have such a good time.
Pablo: Always. Except when I'm home in America. Not *North* America...
Philippe: *South* America!
Pablo: You tell someone you are rich and from America, and they *always* think you are from Texas!
Cecile: [Referring to Anne] She's prim, and prissy, and a prude. And a know it all. And I hate her!
Cecile: [starting to pour herself a bath] She's changed him. And she'll change me. She'll change everything. I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!
Cecile: [pausing, looking in the mirror] No, it isn't her fault he doesn't love you anymore. It's yours. You're spoiled, and willful, and arrogant, and lazy. A mean little monster!
Cecile: [continues] Anne had made me look at myself for the first time in my life. And that turned me against her - dead against her.
Cecile: [narrating] Later they told us that was the seventh accident at that spot since the beginning of summer. Seven - my lucky number.
Cecile: [continues] Anyone else would have left my father a note that would have ruined his sleep for the rest of his life. But Anne gave both of us a magnificently considerate present: she allowed us to believe her death was an accident. My father never mentions the word "suicide" to anybody - not even to me.