Holy Motors

Ang?le:
I'll be punished?

Mr. Oscar:
Yes. Your punishment, my poor Ang?le, is to be you. To have to live with yourself.

Mr. Oscar:
I am alone, and they are everybody.

C?line:
You're ill.

Mr. Oscar:
I think I caught a cold killing the banker.

Eva Grace:
Is that your hair?

Mr. Oscar:
No, not yet. They made me older. Are those your eyes?

Eva Grace:
No. They're Eva's eyes.

Mr. Oscar:
C?line, we have to laugh before midnight.

C?line:
We'll do our best, Mr. Oscar.

Mr. Oscar:
Who knows if we'll laugh in the next life.

L'Homme ? la tache de vin:
What makes you carry on, Oscar?

Mr. Oscar:
What made me start, the beauty of the act.

L'Homme ? la tache de vin:
Beauty? They say it's in the eye, the eye of the beholder.

Mr. Oscar:
And if there's no more beholder?

Mr. Oscar:
I have a plan to go mad.

Mr. Oscar:
I am so afraid I will never die.

Mr. Oscar:
[exhorting his accordion band] Trois! Douze! Merde! [English: Three! Twelve! Sh*t!]