Le huitième jour

Harry:
[fed up with Georges] Get out! Go find some other sucker to help you out! [leaves Georges in the rain. He eventually comes back]

Harry:
Put this on, you'll get soaked and chill. [puts his coat on Georges]

Georges:
[overjoyed] You like me!

[lying on the grass in the sun]

Harry:
We should get going.

Georges:
Just one more minute.

Harry:
Okay. [they lie down for a minute more]

Harry:
[looks at his watch] Okay, it's over.

Georges:
A nice minute, for us.

[last lines]

Harry:
On the eighth day, God created Georges. And he saw that it was good.