Henri Sardis:
So tell me sire, do they speak of the beast in Paris?

Gregoire De Fronsac:
Speak of it? They're already singing songs about it.

Marianne De Morangias:
Instead of singing songs, they should be saying prayers.

Jean-Francois de Morangias:
Congratulations. If I had both my hands, I'd applaud you.

Jean-Francois de Morangias:
You are too late. The beast is immortal.

Gregoire de Fronsac:
IT may be immortal, but YOU aren't!

Mani:
All women have the same color when the candle is out.

Jean-Francois de Morangias:
Ghost or not, I'll split you in two.