- Maurice Martin: Well, you called me an admiral, why couldn't I call you a minister? Calling you a minister isn't such a serious insult!
- Oncle Robert: Maybe today you'd be wearing an admiral's uniform.
- Maurice Martin: Do I really look the part?
- Germaine Martin: Fortunately not!
- Maurice Martin: You look even sadder than usual. Any trouble?
- Le marchand de journaux: Well, sales are down. That's no good at all. All is well.
- Maurice Martin: What about those nice murders there have been lately?
- Le marchand de journaux: Mmmm... Crime doesn't pay anymore.
- Maurice Martin: Well, what you need actually is catastrophes, rumors of war, revolutions...
- Le marchand de journaux: Oh yes...!
- Maurice Martin: Well, don't you worry: with our pretty little current society, all that WILL soon be back. You'll make money again.
- Le marchand de journaux: Are you sure?
- Maurice Martin: For certain. Besides all millionaires begin by selling papers, right?
- Le marchand de journaux: Right, but the trouble is that in my case I started by being a millionaire.
- Maurice Martin: You see such a whole lot of millions pass through your hands that you'll wind up becoming a capitalist.
- Oncle Robert: Well, not everybody can be an anarchist!
- Mme Richet: What world is this in which caretakers daughters start taking secondary school finals?
- M. Richet: You don't need this to be happy, my dear!
- Maurice Martin: He gets on my nerves with his "My good man" and "My good Germaine". What gives him the right to speak to me like that? After all he's nothing but a grocer made rich by canned food! What "My good man" means is "My good BROKE man, if you live it's thanks to me, thanks to the money I made in canned food. Be kind, my good Maurice, here's your doggie sugar"...