Gainsbourg (Vie héroïque)

[from trailer]

Serge Gainsbourg:
You want me to write you a dirty song?

La Gueule:
What's the matter? You don't recognize your own ugly face?

[looking at a statue of a man with a cabbage head]

La Gueule:
Hey, Gainsbarre, he sure looks like us, doesn't he?

Serge Gainsbourg:
I'm the man with the cabbage head. Half vegetable, half man.

Olga Ginsburg:
Your sisters didn't cry as much as you did for that dog. You cried more for that dog than for your own poor father.

Serge Gainsbourg:
[after a man tips him while he plays the piano] What are you f***ing kidding me? I'm not a jukebox!

[first lines]

Lucien Ginsburg:
Can I put your hand in mine?

Girl:
No, you're too ugly.

France Gall:
Everyone loves the songs my father chooses for me.

Serge Gainsbourg:
Don't you want to piss your father off once in a while?

France Gall:
Why?

Serge Gainsbourg:
A guy once told me, if the parents like what you do, then it's sh*t.

[pause]

Serge Gainsbourg:
You want me to write you a dirty song?

Serge Gainsbourg:
You match my aesthetic criteria. You're pure beauty and you're also the tragic figure of despair.

[pause]

Serge Gainsbourg:
Do you understand what I'm saying?

Bambou:
You want to screw me?

Serge Gainsbourg:
Maybe. I'm just saying it more poetically.

Lucien Ginsburg:
When I go out, it's to meet up with women. How else do think I was able to draw c*nt hair?

[last lines]

Serge Gainsbourg:
[looking at his newborn baby] Let's name him after his daddy.

Bambou:
The king Serge.

Serge Gainsbourg:
Non Lucien the second. Called to take over France like his dad. And Navarre too, don't forget.

Serge Gainsbourg:
[about the Jamaicans in the studio] Why do they look so f***ing miserable?

Le Producteur Musique de Gainsbourg:
They want to know what you're going to play. I don't know what to tell them about your sexual songs.

Serge Gainsbourg:
Why? They don't f***?

Le Producteur Musique de Gainsbourg:
They don't mess around with reggae. To them, it's sacred music.

Serge Gainsbourg:
Then tell them we'll sing La Marseillaise.

Le Producteur Musique de Gainsbourg:
How do I explain that?

Serge Gainsbourg:
[to the Jamaicans in English] It's a French war song.