La chèvre

The Captain:
[Perrin has just had another accident] This must not be his day.

Campana:
It's *never* his day.

Campana:
[to Perrin] Life was a bore before I met you.

Meyer:
[explaining to Campana why Perrin should help find Marie Bens] A man like you can't do it; you're normal. But an unlucky guy will slip on the same banana peels she does. *He* can find her.

Meyer:
[to Campana, talking about Perrin] He was hired two years ago. I tested him then; I've observed him since. He's phenomenal.

Campana:
He looks normal, though.

Meyer:
He was a seven-month baby, and guess what happened to his incubator? It broke down.

Campana:
I don't believe in bad luck. Bullshit!

Meyer:
You heard of Eugene Delacroix, the painter?

Campana:
Yes.

Meyer:
At three, he was nearly strangled by a curtain cord. Then his mosquito net caught fire; he was badly burned. While he was recovering, he was dropped into some water. By a miracle, he was saved but then he choked on some grapes. That is all absolutely true; Delacroix is an example of incredible bad luck.

Fran?ois Perrin:
[to Campana] You've been unlucky so far, but with me that will change.

Fran?ois Perrin:
[to Campana, on board the plane to Brazil before it takes off] Do you like to fly? I love to, but last time we had a problem... we almost crashed. It was at Orly; the wing flaps got stuck. We nosed into a field. [Campana stares at Perrin] Happens often, it seems.

Fran?ois Perrin:
[to Campana, talking about Mademoiselle Martin] I like her... she helped me up when I was electrocuted.

Campana:
Electrocuted?

Fran?ois Perrin:
At the office, plugging in the orange juice machine. [he looks up at Campana and smiles] I got juice, all right.

Fran?ois Perrin:
[Campana has just realized that Arbal, the man they're looking for, was in the gambling club they just left] Okay, you have no memory for faces; it's no tragedy.

Arbal:
[he's just been shot] Nothing but trouble... I knew it. [he dies]

Campana:
[to Perrin] I don't believe in magic! I believe in logic! Do you know what logic is? I'm a rational, logical man! I don't rely on coincidence to solve a case!

Campana:
[he's just realized that Perrin is sinking in quicksand] What's happening now?

Fran?ois Perrin:
I don't know... I'm sinking.

Campana:
Why?

Fran?ois Perrin:
I don't know why.

Campana:
Stop clowning when I talk to you!

Fran?ois Perrin:
I'm not clowning! I'm really sinking!

Campana:
Why aren't *I* sinking?

Fran?ois Perrin:
You're on good sand and I'm in quicksand. *You're* the one who wanted a short cut!

Campana:
And you don't even react?

Fran?ois Perrin:
If I do, I'll go in farther... everyone knows that!

Campana:
Perrin, they didn't show any quicksand on the map!

Fran?ois Perrin:
Then it's time they did!

Fran?ois Perrin:
[Campana has just pulled Perrin out of the quicksand; Perrin laughs] Sh*t! I lost a shoe!

Campana:
[slowly smiles and also laughs] Don't you ever rest?

Prisoner:
[the guards are coming to their cell] Here they come! They'll pick one of us at random and beat him to a pulp! That's their idea of fun!

Fran?ois Perrin:
[to Campana] What'd he day?

Campana:
[looks hard at Perrin] They'll beat one of us up. [he keeps staring at Perrin]

Fran?ois Perrin:
[finally notices Campana staring at him] Why stare at me that way? [Campana shrugs]

Meyer:
[to Mr. Bens] Until we have proof she's dead, I won't believe it! She';s had too much bad luck for us to give up hope! She has a fantastic guardian angel! He's had so much work with her that he's an expert! We've got to trust him!

Fran?ois Perrin:
[he notices Campana's shoelace is untied] Your shoestring...

Campana:
[kneels down to tie his shoelace; it breaks. He stares at it, then at Perrin, almost scared] I broke it!

Fran?ois Perrin:
It's no tragedy.

Campana:
[standing up, staring at the broken shoelace in his hand] It's a sign.

Fran?ois Perrin:
A sign of what?

Campana:
[pause, then] Never mind.

Fran?ois Perrin:
[to Campana] So much has happened to me since I met you.

Campana:
[looks at Perrin, then] To me too.

Campana:
[he hands Perrin his gun] You need this more than I do.

Campana:
[they've arrived at the mission; it's a total ruin and deserted] Did an earthquake do this?

Fran?ois Perrin:
Or a tornado. It reminds me of my parents' house. They had one near Paris.

Campana:
A tornado in Paris?

Fran?ois Perrin:
No, I left the gas on and... [he flips a hand up to indicate what happened, then walks off. Campana stares after him]