Victoire, ou la douleur des femmes

Nicolas:
It's you, Victoire, the woman of whom I always dreamed.

Victoire:
To dream, I don't dare any more.

Nicolas:
We will dream together.

Alexandra adulte:
[to Victoire] Mom, I introduce my sister to you.

Marianne:
I know, that made a bit m?lo, but we don't have nothing to do there.

Victoire:
I like m?lo.

Arnaud:
What do they want, these women ? To look like to men ?

Victoire:
Not to the ones like you, don't worry.

Roman:
[to Victoire, about Arnaud, her fianc? who refuses to believe that he's her daughter's father] By the way... your fianc? is a bloody stupid.

Victoire:
[about Paul, Anne's fianc?, very nervous since she's pregnant] He too, he's expecting a baby.

Anne:
[ironic] Quickly that he gives birth.

Natacha:
[about Victoire] She's like my daughter.

Nicolas:
And she's like my sister ?

Victoire:
Why a man like you is interested in women business ?

Gianni:
Because... I love women.

Gianni:
[to Victoire] Italian would say that your coffee is even worrying.

Marianne:
[to Arnaud] But, my poor dad, if there were no contraceptives, you should be grandfather for a long time. [Arnaud slaps Marianne in the face]

Arnaud:
I dreamed of a quiet and levelheaded son, and I find myself with two uncontrollable daughters.

Alexandra adolescente:
[to Arnaud] I'm not kind like my mother. I don't give in.

Victoire:
[Alexandra, angry with Victoire, goes in her room. Slam of door] Un...

Victoire:
[Second slam of door]... Deux...

Victoire:
[Third slam of door]... Trois. Now, she isn't pleased.