Les Misérables

Carnot:
I'm a man who... what's the word for it? I'm one of those people who doesn't eat every day. I'm... I'm hungry, that's the word.

Jean Valjean:
I order you to forgive yourself.

Javert:
Reform is a discarded fantasy.

Javert:
What did you say? Speak up, people don't mumble when they speak to me.

Javert:
It's a pity the law doesn't allow me to be merciful.

Captain Beauvais:
Is it true? Are you a convict?

Captain Beauvais:
Is the inspector in there? Did you kill him?

Jean Valjean:
No.

Captain Beauvais:
That's a pity.

Bishop:
Now Don't Forget, Don't ever Forget, you've promised to become a new man.

Jean Valjean:
Promise? Wha, Why are you doing this?

Bishop:
Jean Valjean my brother you no longer belong to evil. With this silver, I have bought your soul. I've ransomed you from fear and hatred, and now I give you back to God.

Carnot:
I'm a man who... what's the word for it? I'm one of those people who doesn't eat every day. I'm... I'm hungry, that's the word.

Jean Valjean:
I order you to forgive yourself.

Javert:
Reform is a discarded fantasy.

Javert:
What did you say? Speak up, people don't mumble when they speak to me.

Javert:
It's a pity the law doesn't allow me to be merciful.

Captain Beauvais:
[pointing a pistol at Valjean with a trembling hand] Are you a convict? Is that true?

Jean Valjean:
Yes.

Captain Beauvais:
Where's the inspector in there?

Jean Valjean:
Inside

Captain Beauvais:
Did you kill him? [Valjean shakes his head]

Captain Beauvais:
[lowers his pistol] That's a pity.

Captain Beauvais:
[hands over his pistol to Valjean] You'd better hit me hard enough... to make a lump.

Fantine:
[to Valjean] We're a fine pair.

Bishop:
Now Don't Forget, Don't ever Forget, you've promised to become a new man.

Jean Valjean:
Promise? Wha, Why are you doing this?

Bishop:
Jean Valjean my brother you no longer belong to evil. With this silver, I have bought your soul. I've ransomed you from fear and hatred, and now I give you back to God.

Marius:
If we can't win today, then none of us have a future.

Jean Valjean:
You have love. That's the only future God gives us.

Jean Valjean:
[Valjean is being taken away] This is right, my dear. I stole something, I did. I stole happiness with you. I don't mind paying.

Javert:
I've tried to live my life without breaking a single rule... [takes Valjean's shackles off, pushes him to the ground and puts them on himself] You're free.

Javert:
[reading proof that Monsieur le Maire is Jean Valjean] I knew it... I knew it. I KNEW IT!

Landlord:
Am I a charity? You haven't paid me in four months.

Fantine:
[shivering with cold] I paid you...

Landlord:
I have bills too and I can't spread my legs. Besides, it's not good business to rent to a whore.

Jean Valjean:
When you're better, I'll find work for you.

Fantine:
But you don't understand, I'm a whore... and Cosette has no father.

Jean Valjean:
She has the Lord. He is her father. And you're his creation. In his eyes, you have never been anyting but an innocent and... beautiful woman.

Javert:
Monsieur, a serious... a grave violation of the public trust has been committed. An inferior has shown a complete lack of respect for the law. He must be exposed and punished.

Jean Valjean:
Who is the offender?

Javert:
I am. I slandered you Monsieur le maire, I'm here to ask that you demand my dismissal.

Jean Valjean:
Brevet, Lombard, Bertin. Look at me. You recognize me? I recognize you, Brevet. You were an informer in Toulon, I see you're still a snitch.

Brevet:
Valjean?

Jean Valjean:
Hello, Brevet. [turns to Lombard] And you, Lombard, don't look at my fancy clothes, don't look at my scraped chin. Look at my eyes. You called yourself Godless, right? You've got a scar on your left shoulder. I gave it to you the night you tried to kill me, remember? When I pinned you over the stove.

Lombard:
It is you...

Jean Valjean:
Show the court your scar. [Lombard bares his shoulder revealing the scar]

Jean Valjean:
Bertin, the hollow of your left arm, there's a date tatooed, 1789, the year of the revolution. Show them! [Bertin rolls up his sleave to reveal the tattoo]

Jean Valjean:
I know these men, Monsieur le President, and they know me. I am the man you want. I am Jean Valjean.

Judge:
Monsieur le maire, I know you to be a kind man, but this...

Jean Valjean:
A kind? A kind man? When I was in prison I was as ignorant and mean and devious as these men here, but not kind. And I wish I could keep my mouth shut and let this poor wretch suffer for me, but... continue with your investigation, monsieur, you will find further proof that I am Valjean.

Javert:
[about Valjean] He lies so well, doesn't he? He's had a lot of practice. A lifetime of lies.

Javert:
[Valjean slams Javert against the wall, starts to put his own handcuffs on him] Where will you go, Valjean? You don't have papers.

Javert:
[Valjean slams Javert's head against the wall once more] I'll find you... [another hit against the wall, Javert loses conciousness]

Th?nardier:
I adore that child.

Jean Valjean:
You adore her?

Th?nardier:
Yes, it's true. I'm not rich. I've had to pay over 400 Francs for her medicine. But I'm a stupid man, I have no sense... just a heart. [glances at Valjean's wallet] A big heart.

Jean Valjean:
You paid over 400 Francs?

Th?nardier:
500...

Javert:
This week was the same as last, every night?

Informer:
Inspector, they're in love. It's perfectly nauseating. She sneaks out the door, and they're together till dawn. They even stay out there when it rains. [sneezes] I haven't caught the gun supply, Inspector, I've caught pneumonia.

Enjolras:
You hurry back. After tomorrow, you can make love to her as a free man.

Marius:
Maybe.

Enjolras:
[referring to Javert] You kill him in the alley. We don't want his blood in here with ours.

Javert:
Jean Valjean. I *knew* it!

Old Woman:
[first lines - dark street] You can't sleep here.

Jean Valjean:
Get away from me.

Old Woman:
Why don't you go to an inn?

Jean Valjean:
Why do you think?

Old Woman:
Can't you knock on doors and ask people?

Jean Valjean:
I asked. I ask everywhere. Leave me alone?

Old Woman:
You didn't ask there? Knock on that door. [pointing to Bishop's residence]

Mme. Gilot:
[sharing their meal with homeless convict] What crime did you commit?

Jean Valjean:
Maybe I killed someone... How do you know I'm not going to murder *you*?

Bishop:
How do you know *I'm* not going to murder *you*?

Jean Valjean:
What's that, a joke?

Bishop:
I suppose we'll have to trust each other.

Jean Valjean:
You're dead, Javert.

Cosette:
I didn't breathe when you spoke. I was afraid I'd miss a word.

Javert:
Reform is a discredited fantasy. Modern science tells us that people are by nature, law breakers or law abiders. A wolf could wear sheep's clothing but he's still a wolf.

Jean Valjean:
You might be making a mistake.

Javert:
What kind of mistake is that?

Jean Valjean:
Sometimes, people move into town to start a new slate, you might be doing more harm than good by prying into their private.

Jean Valjean:
You look better everyday.

Fantine:
Liar.

Cosette:
Please tell me what this is all about, papa. Please, please tell me what this is. Please, what is it?

Jean Valjean:
[stammering] I... I am a convict. When I was young... just your age I was very poor, I was starving. One day, I stood in front of the window. A window full of bread, there was just glass between me... and not being hungry anymore, it was so easy. So I broke it... and took what I wanted. Then they caught me... and put me in chains for almost 19 years. They did things to me... I can't tell you about it, and I did things, there in jail. Terrible things. I became an animal. They took my dignity, they took everything from me.

Jean Valjean:
Nineteen years, now the real punishment begins.