Monsieur Beaucaire

King Louis XV:
[to le Chandre, referring to his mistress, Madame Pompadour] Should I chance to find her, I'm afraid I shall have your head... [to Beaucaire]... and yours too!

Monsieur Beaucaire:
Naturally! Two heads are better than one!

Monsieur Beaucaire:
[Referring to the guillotine] What a way to die!

Count D'Armand:
Be brave my friend. You wanted to go anyway.

Monsieur Beaucaire:
But like a man, not like a salami!

Count D'Armand:
Go on! Help him!

Monsieur Beaucaire:
Who me?

Count D'Armand:
Yes, you! You're a man. You've got blood in your veins.

Monsieur Beaucaire:
I wanna keep it there. It's the squirty kind.

Mimi:
Oh, you're so right. One look is enough.

Monsieur Beaucaire:
That regal forehead runs in the family.

Mimi:
The Hapsburg chin!

Monsieur Beaucaire:
Got that from my mother.

Mimi:
The Bourbon nose!

Monsieur Beaucaire:
Got that from my father, drank like a fish!

Mimi:
Those dark, flashing eyes - that soft lustrous hair!

Monsieur Beaucaire:
You should see it after a rinse!

Count D'Armand:
If you leave, you'll be cut in bits!

Monsieur Beaucaire:
If I stay, bigger chunks!

King Louis XV:
...you know how I am about weddings.

The Queen of France:
Do you remember? Louis? Our wedding?

King Louis XV:
Hanh?

The Queen of France:
Ours.

King Louis XV:
[Recalling the past fondly] Of course, I do. Forty years ago. Ah, My Dear, you were the most beautiful, the most radiant woman in all France.

The Queen of France:
Oh, Louis!

King Louis XV:
Yes, My Dear, you were. When I look at you today... [Changing mood] Forty years is a long time!