The Sun Also Rises

Lady Brett Ashley:
Do you always kill your friends?

Pedro Romero:
Yes, so they do not kill me.

Jake Barnes:
You don't like Paris?

Georgette:
No.

Jake Barnes:
Why don't you go somewhere else?

Georgette:
There isn't anywhere else.

Lady Brett Ashley:
I never make plans.

Jake Barnes:
Don't try to tell me how to live with myself! I know all about that. It's just living with other people that gets to be tough once in a while.

Jake Barnes:
[Answering Robert's questions about Lady Brett Ashley] Well, let me give you the facts. She's a drunk and a drifter. She's gonna marry a guy named Mike Campbell. That way she'll have a rich, sodden old age.

Robert Cohn:
I don't believe it!

Jake Barnes:
Don't ask a lot of fool questions if you don't like the answers.

Robert Cohn:
Well, I didn't ask you for a rundown on her private life.

Jake Barnes:
You asked me what I knew about her.

Robert Cohn:
I didn't ask you to insult her.

Jake Barnes:
Oh, go to Hell!

Robert Cohn:
Take that back!

Jake Barnes:
Cut out the prep school stuff, Robert!

Robert Cohn:
Take it back!

Jake Barnes:
Sure, sure. I never heard of Brett Ashley. How's that?

Robert Cohn:
No, not that! About me going to Hell!

Jake Barnes:
Don't go to Hell! Go back in the Select if that's what you want!

Robert Cohn:
All right, I will!

Bill Gorton:
Caffeine puts a man on his horse and a woman in his grave.

Georgette:
[Entering a bistro] You leaving again?

Jake Barnes:
Yes, I'm a working man.

Georgette:
I am a working girl.

Georgette:
Well, I guess we keep different hours.

Georgette:
Probablement. Bon soir.

Lady Brett Ashley:
Is Zizi on your payroll, Count?

Count Mippipopolous:
Not officially. I just allow him to steal from me from time to time.

Mike Campbell:
I should have thought you'd have loved being a steer, Robert.

Robert Cohn:
What do you mean, Mike?

Mike Campbell:
Well, they lead a sort of quiet life. They never say anything important, and they're always hanging around. I should have thought you'd have enjoyed that. Aren't you going to say anything?

Lady Brett Ashley:
Oh, shut up, Mike! [She pulls his beret down on his head]

Jake Barnes:
Doctor, don't you think it's about time you stopped lying to me?

Army doctor:
What do you want to know, Barnes?

Jake Barnes:
Am I going to be all right?

Army doctor:
There'll be certain aftereffects from your wound, but that's to be expected. The important thing is that the shell fragment that entered your back missed your spine, so you'll be able to walk and move about absolutely normally. However...

Jake Barnes:
Go on.

Army doctor:
You're going to be impotent.

Jake Barnes:
Everyone behaves badly given the proper chance.

Mike Campbell:
[Loudly, trying to get service] Waiter! Oh, waiter! Waiter? Pssst! Tsk, tsk, tsk! Garcon! Boy! [Laughs] Nobody home. You know something? The service around this town is getting worse and worse every night. [Becoming introspective] Perhaps it's me. [He takes a drink from a girl] Thank you. As a matter of fact, I'm afraid it is me. Nobody seems to pay much attention to me anymore.

Lady Brett Ashley:
You know English very well, don't you?

Pedro Romero:
Si, pretty well sometime, but I must not let anybody know. It would be very bad for a torero who speaks English.