Jo le Suedois: Don't cry, he just learned some women have guts.
Tony le Stéphanois: I got busted in May. In June you were on the Riviera with a gigolo. You didn't lose any time.
Newspaper Salesman: Read all about it! 240 million! Biggest take since the Sabine women!
Mario Ferrati: Go back to bed, pet.
Ida Ferrati: You all right?
Mario Ferrati: In the pink.
Jo le Suedois: Poker all night in a smoke-filled room! Just what you need! Get out to the country. Get some air in your lungs.
Tony le Stéphanois: You see me milking cows?
Louise: There's something I always wanted to tell you. There are kids, millions of kids who've grown up poor. Like you. How did it happen? What difference was there between them and you, that you became a hood, a tough guy, and not them? Know what I think, Jo? They're the tough guys, not you.
Louise: So, tough guys, is this war games? Where's my baby, you thug? Where's my baby?
Tony le Stéphanois: I liked you. I really liked you, Macaroni. But, you know the rules.
Cesar le Milanais: The rules.
Jo le Suedois: Go play with boys your own age.
Jo le Suedois: Ever heard of the L'Age d'Or in Montmarte?
Tony le Stéphanois: Why?
Jo le Suedois: Mado works there. She looks after the girls. She's shacked up with the boss, Pierre Grutter. Know him?
Tony le Stéphanois: Vaguely. His kid brother's a junkie, I think.
Jo le Suedois: Yeah, he's hooked bad.
