Of course, Madame, I can help you. I have been in many French nicks.[to Edith]
My apologies, Mademoiselle. With my dicky heart I should not get in such a tiz-woz. I am so consumed by jealousy that I am forgetting that we Frenchmen have this great tradition of having it off like rabbits.[to Yvette]
Monsieur, can you keep off the D-flat? The hammer is hitting me in a very vulnerable position.[imploring Rene not to hit a certain key on the piano in which he is hiding]
Monsieur Alfonse, undertaker. Swiftly and with style.[repeated line]
Molesting peasant girls is a pastime reserved only for generals.[to Herr Flick]
Michelle’s plan! Now listen carefully, she said this only once.[bringing news to the prisoners]
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]
