Le Beau Serge (1958)
François Baillou: Tell me about Serge.
The baker: It bothers you, doesn't it?
François Baillou: Naturally it shook me; he's such a terrific guy. Why did he marry this...
The baker: Yvonne? He was unlucky: made it a couple of times, she got pregnant.
François Baillou: They have a kid?
The baker: No. It died at birth: they said it wasn't normal, it was...
François Baillou: Mongol?
The baker: I don't know what it's called.
François Baillou: Who's the younger one?
Madame Chaunier: The other daughter, Marie: an alley cat. A man a day. Lives up there with her father.
Serge: François! I was drunk, thought I was dreaming. Why are you back?
François Baillou: To see you.
François Baillou: What can I say? Things just don't turn out as you expect.
François Baillou: When was your first time?
Marie: Two years ago.
François Baillou: Who was it?
Marie: What do you care?
François Baillou: I know who, so tell me.
Marie: If you know, then...
François Baillou: Serge... It was Serge, wasn't it?
François Baillou: I thought as much.
Serge: My God, life's so bloody stupid. I get up with one idea: not to think about anything.
Glomaud: You bastard... Buy me a drink.
François Baillou: Leave me alone.
Glomaud: You'd sleep with my daughter and refuse me a drink? She's a minor, you know. Hands off my daughter, you hear? I've got the law on my side.
François Baillou: All right. I'll buy you a drink.