Une affaire de femmes

Marie:
Lose a war and a man gets mean as a wounded bull.

Marie:
And what do you do?

Lulu:
Can't you tell I'm a hooker?

Marie:
You don't say! I guess men must really look you over.

Lulu:
That's what hookers are for.

Lulu:
What's your name?

Marie:
Marie.

Lulu:
Mine's Lucie. But that's no name for a hooker, so I go by Lulu.

Marie:
How much do you make a day?

Lulu:
Depends on the customer. I look, then I decide. Krauts pay through the nose. I can't help it.

Marie:
Some of them are handsome.

Lulu:
True. But it's a matter of principle.

Marie:
Is it true that some like to whip you?

Lulu:
No more than the French. Men have always treated us like horses.

Marie:
I had a friend... She was taken away. A jew.

Lulu:
At least that can't happen to me. We're Normans. Nothing but hicks.

Marie:
[laughs] Me too.

Marie:
I'm not just a housewife.

Lulu:
No offense, but you look like one.

Marie:
Maybe, but I'm not what I seem to be. I even do things that are against the law.

Lulu:
Like what, baby face?

Marie:
I've been a slave since I was 14. And I don't see how it'll ever change.

Paul:
Like most women.

Marie:
I don't care about "most women". I can't take it anymore!

Marie:
No more empty bellies here. We're in the clover.

Marie:
You handle a sword...

Lucien:
Forcefully?

Marie:
Yes, that's it.

Lucien:
You're cute when you blush. All your freckles show. Are you ashamed?

Marie:
Of what?

Lucien:
Of your freckles. Of turning me on.

Marie:
[In bed] Why are you smiling?

Lucien:
You're not the best ever, but I like your squirrel coat.

Marie:
You could've said "fur".

Lucien:
"Fur" and "jewels" are words I never say in front of women.

Marie:
You're not a romantic.

Lucien:
I'm a man.

Marie:
Look after your sister, ducky. I've got to go.

Paul:
We're occupied, you know! You may have fancy food and a lover, but there's still a war on.

Marie:
I'm for the Resistance.

Paul:
You idiot, you're not for anything!

Marie:
And there's Pierrot. You too, ducky. Come dance with Mommy.

Marie:
Do you think babies in their mother's belly have a soul?

Marie:
I told the magistrate I wouldn't do it again. He said if I confessed, it'd go better for me. [pause] I want to become a singer.

Marie:
It's easy to keep your hands clean when you're rich.

Marie:
[sigh] It's been four months now. They want to punish me? Let them do it. And it's all men. How could men understand, anyway?

Marie:
If we ask for forgiveness, we may not go to hell.

Title Card:
Have pity on the children of the condemned.

Marie:
You got angel eyes.