Renoir

Andr?e Heuschling:
I cost ten francs.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
I need living, breathing material. What interests me, is skin... the velvety texture of a young girl's skin.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
You're rather modest for an actress.

Andr?e Heuschling:
Actress doesn't mean whore.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
It's us... old people, the infirm who they should send to the front, in the mud and trenches.

Coco Renoir:
Show me your tits.

Andr?e Heuschling:
Are you nuts?

Coco Renoir:
Show me.

Andr?e Heuschling:
Why should I show you?

Coco Renoir:
You show them to the boss.

Andr?e Heuschling:
That's different. That's for art.

Coco Renoir:
What's the war like?

Jean Renoir:
It's war...

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
You want to make yourself useful? Go put a necklace on her. Take the emerald one.

Jean Renoir:
[approaches a posing Andree] The boss wants you to wear this.

Andr?e Heuschling:
No introduction first?

Jean Renoir:
Forgive me.

Andr?e Heuschling:
You're Jean? I saw a painting of you.

Jean Renoir:
I saw a painting of you, too.

Andr?e Heuschling:
He always makes me too fat.

Jean Renoir:
He makes me look like a girl.

[takes a fruit from a bowl in the studio and bites into it]

Jean Renoir:
You just bit into one of my father's models. I understand. Renoir's paintings make me want to eat them too.

Andr?e Heuschling:
You want to eat me?

Jean Renoir:
If you told me what you wanted...

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
You can't explain a painting, you have to feel it. Go see Titian's courtesans at the Louvre. If those don't make you want to caress them, then you've understood nothing at all. [Jean leaves] Where are you going?

Jean Renoir:
To the Louvre!

Andr?e Heuschling:
I paint like a child.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
That's a good thing. My whole life, I tried to paint like a child.

Andr?e Heuschling:
I'm not spending my life with a plate painter.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
Titian would have worshiped her. I'd give my right arm for her tits.

Pierre Renoir:
Andree said you were going to make films?

Jean Renoir:
No. Nothing's been decided.

Pierre Renoir:
That reassures me. The cinema isn't for us French. It's entertainment for the masses. Our artistic heritage is too old, too heavy.

Jean Renoir:
[his father has suffered the torments of arthritis in his hands] Papa. You can't take any more.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
The pain passes, Jean. But beauty remains.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
She won't come anymore, will she? Were you a gentleman with her?

Jean Renoir:
Did I need your permission?

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
All women, whether they be a whore or a queen, deserve the same respect.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir:
[Jean has re-enlisted in WWI] Go get yourself pumped full of lead, imbecile! Or if you prefer, go kill some good German fellow who smokes a pipe. If you think it'll change something. [long pause] You, too... you can't live without her either.