[after Mlle. Bismuth has been harpooned] Clone: Does it hurt? Mlle. Bismuth: Yes, I'm allergic to steel.
Clone: C'est moi l'original! C'est moi!
One: Miette too little. Miette: Not as little as all that.
Miette: When you're born in the gutter you end up in the port.
Miette: One? [One grunts] Miette: You asleep? [One breathes deeply and mumbles] Miette: What did you do before? One: One sailor. Harpooned Whales. One night [pauses] One: One hear whales singing. After [gestures throwing of harpoon] One: always alway...
Krank: Irvin? L'oncle Irvin: I've got a migraine! Krank: Irvin, you know all about feelings. Won't you try to help me? Won't you explain why all those children only have nightmares? L'oncle Irvin: Because you are their nightmare. You could persecute ...
le scaphandrier: The Children! Miette: What about them? What do you know? le scaphandrier: He takes them. The Devil takes them away. In his boat... he takes them to Hell. Miette: What Hell? le scaphandrier: The tattooed man: he knows where. The map.....
L'oncle Irvin: [after Krank's latest failiure] Who stole the child's dreams? Krank, in his evil schemes. But the happy tale had a sting in it's tail. The genius has a fit of pique, hear the genius shriek, the 'genius' is up a creek.
