Love in the Afternoon

Ariane Chavasse:
They're very odd people, you know. When they're young, they have their teeth straightened, their tonsils taken out and gallons of vitamins pumped into them. Something happens to their insides! They become immunized, mechanized, air-conditioned and hydromatic. I'm not even sure whether he has a heart.

Michel:
What is he? A creature from outer space?

Ariane Chavasse:
No. He's an American.

Ariane Chavasse:
Working on a new case?

Claude Chavasse:
A client from Brussels. His wife ran away to Paris with the chauffeur. I have to find them; the husband wants his car back.

Claude Chavasse:
In Paris people eat better, and in Paris people make love, well, perhaps not better, but certainly more often.

Ariane Chavasse:
Papa, you are a cynic!

Claude Chavasse:
I guess I am.

Ariane Chavasse:
You enjoy your work!

Claude Chavasse:
I guess I do.

Ariane Chavasse:
You'd enjoyed it even if you weren't paid for it!

Claude Chavasse:
I wouldn't go that far.

Monsieur X:
Please, monsieur, is the news good or bad?

Claude Chavasse:
That depends. Is this your wife?

Monsieur X:
It looks like her.

Claude Chavasse:
Then I regret to inform you that it looks bad.

Monsieur X:
Then there IS another man!

Claude Chavasse:
There is. And I regret to say that he looks good.

Frank Flannagan:
What does he export and what does he import?

Ariane Chavasse:
Oh, he uh - he exports perfume and imports bananas. There's a fortune in it. Do you realize that for one bottle of perfume you get twelve bananas?

Frank Flannagan:
Twelve bananas for one bottle of - doesn't sound like such a hot deal to me.

Ariane Chavasse:
It's a tiny bottle of perfume and very large bananas.

Ariane Chavasse:
You know who I am, Mr. Flannagan, I'm the girl in the afternoon.