Petite Feuille:
Now, Doinel, go get some water and erase those insanities, or I'll make you lick the wall, my friend.

Gilberte Doinel:
I'm not in the mood.

Julien Doinel:
Too bad, I am.

Antoine Doinel:
I need some money for lunch, dad. Only 1,000 francs.

Julien Doinel:
Therefore you hope for 500. Therefore you need 300. Here's 100.

Julien Doinel:
I have no socks left around these holes.

Gilberte Doinel:
The best thing is to eat out until the end of the month.

Julien Doinel:
For that, I need a clean shirt.

English Teacher:
Last and simple question. Where is the father?

Rene:
Ze fazer...

English Teacher:
No. The father.

Rene:
Ze fazer.

English Teacher:
No, the tip of the tongue between the teeth. As if you had a lisp. Father.

Rene:
Fazer.

English Teacher:
No.

Rene:
But I can't, sir. Not everybody has a tongue like yours.

Petite Feuille:
Doinel, if your paper is first today, it's because I've decided to give the results beginning with the worst.

Gilberte Doinel:
Could it be by the sea, Your Honor?

Antoine Doinel:
Oh, I lie now and then, I suppose. Sometimes I'd tell tell them the truth and they still wouldn't believe me, so I prefer to lie.