Man of a thousand faces, every one the same.[about Leclerc]
Mama is not well. How will she endure the hardships of prison life? The isolation, the damp, the lack of gin?[Edith implores René to help Madame Fanny to escape from jail]
Listen, an air raid. Our glorious air force, whose brave pilots defied the might of the few, have come to blow the pants off the British imperialists. Oops! I must go for some more brainwashing. Quick, to the shelters.
Just tell me what to do, Herr Flick. You know I can’t resist you when you fix me with your penetrating gaze from your pale blue eyes, magnified to the size of poached eggs behind your powerful spectacles.
Jack and Jill are in the nick, Nighthawk’s in a funk. If you call with no reply, it means he’s done a bunk.[sends a message over the radio]
It would take years for an honest working girl to earn this. Lucky, I’m a tart.[with quarter of a million francs in her hands]
It will be hard to know after this whether to applaud that one or give her first aid.[after hearing Edith’s singing]
It was I who died for France. I do not mean to die for France twice. Not in the same year.
It is hard to be a conquering hero when it is not in your nature.
In spite of my years I am still fit enough to bang a coffin together.[wooing Madame Edith]
I’ve been around and met many people in my life as an undertaker. Unfortunately, most of them were dead.
I’m sorry I’m late. I’ve had a terrible shock. A stiff climbed out of his coffin and went home. I was sure he was dead. But I was sitting in the mortuary, working out the bill, talking out loud, and the final figure must have jumpstarted his heart.
