French Kiss

Charlie:
My whole life is passing before my eyes, and we don't even have children yet.

Kate:
Spasm! Spasm! Oh, God, here it comes... lactose intolerance!

Kate:
Do you speak English?

Concierge:
Of course, Madam. This is the Georges V, not some backpacker's hovel.

Kate:
Why weren't you the one, Charlie? The one who turned on this big shiny Kate-light that burns so bright?

Kate:
Did you know there are 452 official kinds of cheese in this country, isn't that amazing? To find 452 ways to classify what is essentially a bacterial process? Don't you think that's amazing?

Luc:
You would prefer one kind of cheese? One cheeseburger to put it on? One restaurant to eat it in?

Kate:
I'm saying I *like* the cheese. God!

Luc:
For me, bullshit is like breathing.

Luc:
Now we'll practice. I'll be Charlie.

Kate:
I'll be Kate.

Luc:
I am thinking, I want you.

Kate:
You want me?

Luc:
That's all. I want you.

Kate:
A healthy person is someone who expresses what they feel - express, not repress.

Luc:
In that case, you must be one of the healthiest people alive.

Kate:
You lost your birthright in one hand of poker?

Luc:
I'm an a**hole. What can I tell you?

Kate:
Of course you know him. All you bastards know each other.

Kate:
So, who is this guy?

Luc:
Bob.

Kate:
Bub?

Luc:
No, no, Bob. You know, like, uh, Bob Dylan?

Kate:
Oh, Bob!

Luc:
Oui, Bahb.

Luc:
Meanwhile, his lover...

Kate:
Don't ever use that word again.

Luc:
All right, this bastard woman...

Luc:
When people tell me they are happy my ass begins to twitch.

Kate:
Do you believe in love? The kind that lasts forever?

Luc:
I loved my mother.

Kate:
Do you think you could urinate with someone standing behind you?

Con-man:
I think I could manage it. Are you going to be the someone?

Kate:
Those French! They hate us, they smoke, they have a whole relationship with dairy products I don't understand.

Charlie:
I met this woman, this apparition, this goddesse.

Kate:
Goddesse?

Charlie:
It's French - for goddess.

Kate:
I get around as nature intended: in a car.

Charlie:
What does he do?

Kate:
Besides what we do together? I don't think he does anything at all... huh.

Kate:
Happy - smile. Sad - frown. Use the corresponding face for the corresponding emotion.

Kate:
Happy, smile! Sad, frown! Use the corresponding face with the corresponding emotion! But no! You want this mysterious...

Luc:
Non! No no no! It is not me who wants it! I don't want it!

Kate:
Well what do you want?

Luc:
I want you... I want you...

Kate:
You want me...

Luc:
I want you... to... make Charlie suffer. To make him feel like even though you are right there in front of him, he can't have you.

Kate:
Fester, fester, fester. Rot, rot, rot.

Kate:
No matter what I might seem like tonight, it's still the same old me from yesterday you wind up with tomorrow.

Kate:
You'll be one of those grumpy old men sitting in the corner of a crowded cafe, mumbling to yourself, "My ass is twitching. Your people make my ass twitch."

Kate:
Donnez-moi un break.

Luc:
That's all? You have no strategy, no armor, no bullshit?

Luc:
You were how old when you lost it?

Kate:
Lost what?

Luc:
You know, it. Your, uh, flower.

Kate:
Oh, my flower is none of your business.

Luc:
Just that some people rush to lose it. Others, they guard it like some precious gift.

Kate:
And you, I suppose, rushed.

Luc:
Like a bull.

Kate:
Yeah, I have a picture in my mind. It's very clear.

Luc:
I like you. But I don't like the way you say with your face all scrunched up, "you're French, aren't you?" And then I don't like how say, with your pouty expression, "all men are bastards."

Luc:
She's a friend, just a friend.

Luc:
Since I met her.

Kate:
I don't know what they taught you in France, but rude and interesting are not the same things.

Kate:
The key to French waiters: If you're nice to them, they treat you like sh*t. Treat them like sh*t, they love you.

Kate:
All men are bastards!

Luc:
Some of them are just trying to help! The man who was talking to you was...

Kate:
A bastard!

Luc:
His chin looks a little weak if you ask me.

Kate:
It doesn't and I didn't and why wouldn't you admit a feeling like that?

Luc:
Why should I? Look where it's got you.

Kate:
Maybe if you did you wouldn't have that little problem we're not supposed to talk about!

Luc:
It's not a problem it's just a temporary...

Kate:
Didn't your mother ever teach you about staring?

Kate:
I mean the kind of love between one man and one woman.

Luc:
It is not a very interesting question. It is a question of a little girl who still believes in fairy tales.

Luc:
What do you think, the plane is going to crash and we are all on the ground in a thousand pieces dead? I promise you, if it happens, you won't feel a thing.

Kate:
What was that? That sounded important!

Luc:
The pilot said there is a crack in the engine, but not to worry, he'll take off anyway.