The Cousins (1959)
Jean-Claude Brialy: Paul Thomas
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Quotes
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Paul Thomas : That's enough Mozart. Now... Wagner. Silence!
[Lights go out. Paul walks around his party with a candelabra and recites in German]
Paul Thomas : Oh, Mother, where are you? I am a poor soldier. Alone. All alone with no friends, with no comrades. Where are they? They're all dead. All dead. I'm sad. I weep. I cry out, "Help me!" Mother. But no one hears. I'm all alone. One day, the war is over and spring returns. The birds sing, the sun shines, music is heard once more and we find love. Love. Love.
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Paul Thomas : I can imagine you two discussing art history. But once in the sack...
Florence : You're the one who doesn't understand. With him I don't have to think about that.
Paul Thomas : About what?
Florence : The sack.
Paul Thomas : You see? Then what's in it for you?
Florence : There's more to life than sex.
Paul Thomas : My foot.
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Paul Thomas : Don't worry. You'll bounce back. You're just learning how to live. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Charles : Really?
Paul Thomas : Charles, I envy you all the happy times ahead.
Charles : Shut up. I've messed up everything.
Paul Thomas : Not at all, you numbskull! A little time - that's all. A girl and an exam aren't the end of the world.
Charles : I wish that's all it was.
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Geneviève : I saw the doctor this morning. He confirmed it.
Paul Thomas : Do your parents know?
Geneviève : I told them.
Jean Dalbecque dit Clovis : Very clever!
Geneviève : I didn't mean to tell them it was you, but Daddy insisted on knowing.
Jean Dalbecque dit Clovis : I thought you were a liberated woman?
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Paul Thomas : [Paul interrupts a discussion between Charles and the Bookseller] Forgive me.
Le libraire : Not at all. Your brother?
Paul Thomas : My cousin.
Le libraire : Same difference. Come again.
Charles : Goodbye and thank you.
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La femme de ménage : [Arriving the morning after the party] Goodness me! You made a racket last night! The fifth floor wasn't happy.
Paul Thomas : I don't blame them.
Italian Count Minerva : Please forgive us. Your lovely city is to blame. Good-bye, madam.
La femme de ménage : A proper gentleman. A foreigner?
Paul Thomas : Yes, Italian. But not as proper as you think.
La femme de ménage : Good Lord, look at this! Were you fighting?
Paul Thomas : This is Babylon, madam.
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La femme de ménage : Were you involved in this orgy, Mr. Charles?
Paul Thomas : Yes, he dipped his toe in. Feeling alright?
Charles : Yes.
Paul Thomas : Some Alka-Seltzer - or cognac?
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Paul Thomas : Listen, what's all this business with Charles? What game are you playing?
Florence : I'm just playing.
Paul Thomas : At least you're honest. And what are you getting out of it?
Florence : A sort of dreaminess.
