Au revoir les enfants

Joseph:
Don't be so pious! He's a Jew!

P?re Jean:
Everyone has dark thoughts.

Julien Quentin:
Even you?

P?re Jean:
Even me.

P?re Jean:
[His last words] Goodbye, children. I'll see you soon.

Mlle Davenne:
[Julien is playing piano poorly] It's an A-Sharp. You can't hear when you play a false note? [Smiles and points at page] Go on.

Mlle Davenne:
[Julien worsens] You should try the violin [Both laugh] Do you hate music?

Julien Quentin:
Not at all. But my mother forces me to take piano.

Mlle Davenne:
She's right. If you stop now, you'll always regret it.

Julien Quentin:
Arithmatic is useless, unless you want to be an accountant.

Jean Bonnet:
My father was an accountant.

Julien Quentin:
T'as peur?

Jean Bonnet:
Tout le temps.

Julien Quentin:
I'm the only one in this school that thinks about death. It's incredible!

Mme Quentin:
Precisely.

Julien Quentin:
You scared? [pause]

Jean Bonnet:
All the time.

Joseph:
Stop acting so pious. There's a war going on, kid.

Mme Quentin:
You think I like this? I miss you every moment. I'd like to dress up as a boy and join you. I'd see you at school every day. It'd be our secret. You know I can't keep you in Paris with me.

Julien Quentin:
Ass-kisser.

Julien Quentin:
Fran?ois, what's a yid?

Fran?ois Quentin:
A jew.

Julien Quentin:
I know, but what exactly is a Jew?

Fran?ois Quentin:
Someone who doesn't eat pork.

Julien Quentin:
Are you kidding me?

Fran?ois Quentin:
Not at all.

Julien Quentin:
What have people got against them?

Fran?ois Quentin:
The fact they're smarter than us, and they crucified Jesus.

Julien Quentin:
That's not true. It was the Romans. Is that why they have to wear yellow stars?

Fran?ois Quentin:
Be nice. I'll lend you my "Arabian Nights". It'll give you a hard-on.

Julien Quentin:
Who do you like best? Athos or d'Artagnan?

Jean Bonnet:
Aramis.

Julien Quentin:
Aramis? He's a hypocrite.

Jean Bonnet:
Yeah, but he's the smartest one.

Fran?ois Quentin:
St. Thomas's proofs of God's existence don't hold water.

Fran?ois Smoking Buddy:
I don't agree. Since we can imagine God, he must exist.

Fran?ois Quentin:
That's just sophistry. At least Bergson seeks transcendence in science.

Jean Bonnet:
Are there wolves in these woods?

Negus:
En garde, Laviron! Coward, traitor, villain! I'm Negus, the Black Knight, protector of widows and orphans.

Laviron:
Get back, Moor! I'm Richard the Lionhearted. I'll drive you from Jerusalem, infidel Saracen. Son of a b*tch.

Negus:
Allah is God and Mohammed is his prophet. Tremble, my friend. Lion heart, flea brain, pig face, cow turd. Allah. Allah. Allah. Allah. Allah.

P?re Jean:
My message today is especially for the youngest among you who will be confirmed in a few weeks. My children, we live in a time of discord and hatred. Lies are all-powerful. Christians kill one another. Those who should guide us betray us instead. More than ever, we must beware of selfishness and indifference. You're all from wealthy families, some very wealthy. Because you've been given much, much will be asked of you.

P?re Jean:
Worldly wealth corrupts souls and withers hearts. It makes men contemptuous, unjust, pitiless in their egoism. I understand the anger of those who have nothing when the rich feast so arrogantly.

P?re Jean:
I don't mean to shock you but only remind you that charity is a Christian's first duty. St. Paul tells us in today's Epistle, "Brothers, be not wise in your own conceits. Do not repay any man evil for evil. If thine enemy hunger, feed him. If he thirst, give him drink." Let us pray for the hungry, for those who suffer, for the persecuted. Let us pray for the victims and for their executioners as well.

Mme Quentin:
Your poor father is under a lot of pressure.

Fran?ois Quentin:
Is he still for Petain?

Mme Quentin:
No one is anymore.

Mme Quentin:
Mind you, I have nothing against Jews. Except for that Leon Blum. They can hang him.