- Marine Bonnet: That was the longest pee anyone's ever had in the history of peeing.
- Antoine Verlaque: I used to just lift the lid and pee like a horse. Now it's like effing Morse code. Dot-dot-dash-dash. Be there all night.
- Antoine Verlaque: Out of breath, having puffed his way up a great many stairs to reach the roof, passing the disabled boy, who is unconscious by his broken wheelchair, Verlaque asks: How did he get up here?
- Claude Ossarte: He came up in the lift
- Antoine Verlaque: There's a lift?
- Antoine Verlaque: My grandmother thought oysters were the work of the devil. She was English, of course, and could say that while adoring something called Marmite, which she had specially shipped from London.
- Marine Bonnet: Marmite? What's that?
- Antoine Verlaque: God knows! It's kind of like salted tar. Probably a by-product of Formica.
- Marine Bonnet: Why are you packing your entire wardrobe?
- Antoine Verlaque: Because you won't tell me where we're going and I need to be ready for every eventuality.
- Antoine Verlaque: It's surposed to be a surprise, but we won't be going sky-diving and there are no equestrian events planned. Does that help?
- Antoine Verlaque: Surprises give me a tic.
- Marine Bonnet: Tough!
- Antoine Verlaque: When I was a child, a surprise meant "Mummy and Daddy are off to Biarritz for three months, and sadistic Gudrun with the moustache will be looking after you. Won't that be fun?"
- [Marine gives an evil laugh]
- [Antoine is packing a suitcase, carefully folding everything neatly]
- Antoine Verlaque: Is that all you're taking?
- Marine Bonnet: We're only going for a weekend. Jesus. Origami and the art of packing. If you were an article of clothing, you'd be a perfectly-folded shirt.
- Antoine Verlaque: You'd be a white sports bra that's been through a mixed wash.