Quotes from Maurice Chevalier movies and TV shows

Honore Lachaille: This story is about a little girl. It could be about any one of those little girls playing there. But it isn't. It's about one in particular. Her name is Gigi.

Honore Lachaille: You wore a gown of gold.
Madame Alvarez: I was in blue.
Honore Lachaille: Am I getting old?
Madame Alvarez: Oh, no, not you! How strong you were, how young and gay / A prince of love, in every way.
Honore Lachaille: Ah, yes, I remember it well.

Honore Lachaille: Youth is the thing, Gaston. Youth. Stay close to the young and a little rubs off.

Honore Lachaille: Think of lunch beneath the trees.
Gaston Lachaille: Stop the carriage, if you please.
Honore Lachaille: You mean you don't want to come?
Gaston Lachaille: The thought of lunch leaves me numb.
Honore Lachaille: But I implore....
Gaston Lachaille: Oh, no, Uncle! It's a bore.

Gaston Lachaille: I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Uncle. Why didn't you come upstairs?
Honore Lachaille: I was afraid I'd meet my brother and sister-in-law.
Gaston Lachaille: You would have.
Honore Lachaille: I have to tell you... your parents bore me to death.
Gaston Lachaille: Me too.
Honore Lachaille: But I've known them longer, so they've been boring me longer.

Honore Lachaille: But think of a race / with your horse in seventh place / and he suddenly begins and he catches up and wins with a roar.
Gaston Lachaille: It's a bore.

Honore Lachaille: Don't you marvel at the power / of the mighty Eiffel Tower / knowing there it will remain evermore? / Climbing up to the sky / over ninety stories high.
Gaston Lachaille: How many stories?
Honore Lachaille: Ninety.
Gaston Lachaille: How many yesterday?
Honore Lachaille: Ninety.
Gaston Lachaille: And tomorrow?
Honore Lachaille: Ninety.
Gaston Lachaille: It's a bore.

Gaston Lachaille: It's the same dull world where ever you go, whatever place you are at / The earth is round, but everything on it is flat.
Honore Lachaille: Don't tell me Venice has no lure.
Gaston Lachaille: Just a town without a sewer.
Honore Lachaille: The Leaning Tower I adore.
Gaston Lachaille: Indecision is a bore.
Honore Lachaille: But think of the thrill of a bull fight in Seville / when the bull is uncontrolled / and he challenges the bold matador.
Gaston Lachaille: It's a bore.

Honore Lachaille: Life is thrilling as can be.
Gaston Lachaille: Simply not my cup of tea.
Honore Lachaille: It's a gay romantic fling.
Gaston Lachaille: If you like that sort of thing.
Honore Lachaille: It's intriguing.
Gaston Lachaille: It's fatiguing.
Honore Lachaille: It's a game.

Jacques Paganel: An earthquake of the first magnitude.

Jacques Paganel: Take your hands off me, monsieur. Never have I been thrown from any place in my life. Let's not set a precedent. Merci, monsieur, merci.

Lord Glenarvan: Ridiculous! Why should a shark want to swallow a bottle?
Jacques Paganel: Ah, what was in his mind, I - I not know, I tell you only what was in his stomach.

Jacques Paganel: Oh... a giant condor. A Sarcoramphus gryphus.

Jacques Paganel: Alpine type glacier, drift minimum.
Lord Glenarvan: We'll never get out of here... alive.
Jacques Paganel: The ice melts and gets out, why can't we?

Lord Glenarvan: First class shooting, Sir! First time, right through the heart.
Chief Thalcave: No. Shoot through heart, bird go limp, drop small boy. But shoot back of head, bird go stiff, wings go up, he circle down, land boy safe.
Jacques Paganel: You mean you purposely induced motor paralysis through damage on the medulla.
Chief Thalcave: Not understand.
Lord Glenarvan: Neither do I.

Lord Glenarvan: Good gracious, the Frenchman! I thought.
Jacques Paganel: Oh, but I give you my word I was put off the ship. Heh! Fortunately, I do not let such things upset me. The note, milord.

Jacques Paganel: Tous les climats sont pareils pour l'amour. Uh, I was just thinking to myself: no matter where you are in the world, it is always different, but it is always the same. In English you would say: All climates are the same for love.

Lord Glenarvan: By Jove, I never saw a rope burn like that.
Jacques Paganel: Gun powder. It's woven in like a fuse.