Antoine Doinel: I need some money for lunch, dad. Only 1,000 francs. Julien Doinel: Therefore you hope for 500. Therefore you need 300. Here's 100.
Judge: I think we should place your child under observation in a special home. Gilberte Doinel: Could it be by the sea, Your Honor?
English Teacher: Last and simple question. Where is the father? Rene: Ze fazer... English Teacher: No. The father. Rene: Ze fazer. English Teacher: No, the tip of the tongue between the teeth. As if you had a lisp. Father. Rene: Fazer. English Teache...
Psychiatrist: Your parents say you're always lying. Antoine Doinel: Oh, I lie now and then, I suppose. Sometimes I'd tell them the truth and they still wouldn't believe me, so I prefer to lie.
Gilberte Doinel: I'm not in the mood. Julien Doinel: Too bad, I am.
Gilberte Doinel: The best thing is to eat out until the end of the month. Julien Doinel: For that, I need a clean shirt.
Petite Feuille: Doinel, if your paper is first today, it's because I've decided to give the results beginning with the worst.
Juvenile Delinquent: I'm an unstable psychotic individual with perverted tendencies.
Julien Doinel: You don't seem surprised. Gilberte Doinel: Why should I be? He's capable of anything.
Antoine Doinel: Sir, it's my mother. Petite Feuille: What about her? Antoine Doinel: She's just died.
Julien Doinel: I have no socks left around these holes.
Petite Feuille: Now, Doinel, go get some water and erase those insanities, or I'll make you lick the wall, my friend.
Prostitute #1: I saw a police station in a movie. It was cleaner. Prostitute #2: I once saw a dirtier one. Prostitute #3: And I, a more cheerful one.
Juvenile Delinquent: Every time I cried, my father would imitate me on his fiddle, just to drive me nuts. One day I got fed up and I knocked him out.
Juvenile Delinquent: [to Antoine about another boy in the reformatory] He escaped a week ago, but they got him. Around here to escape is bad enough, but getting caught is worse.
Juvenile Delinquent: If she drops her pen, pick it up, but don't look at her legs. Or else it will be on your record.
[first lines] Petite Feuille: Doinel, bring me that. Indeed! Go to the corner!
