Gilberte Doinel: He's a liar.
Julien Doinel: Like you.
Gilberte Doinel: If you raised him right.
Julien Doinel: Shit! I gave him a name! I feed him.
Gilberte Doinel: I'm sick of your complaints! Fed up! If you can't stand him, say so. We'll put him in an orphanage so I can have some peace.
Rene: Bonjour, Madam.
Man in Street: Little devil.
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.
Juvenile Delinquent: I'm an unstable psychotic individual with perverted tendencies.
Antoine Doinel: Sir, it's my mother.
Petite Feuille: What about her?
Antoine Doinel: She's just died.
Juvenile Delinquent: Every time I cried, my father would imitate me on his fiddle, just to drive me nuts. One day I got fed up and I knocked him out.
Gilberte Doinel: I'm not in the mood.
Julien Doinel: Too bad, I am.
Judge: I think we should place your child under observation in a special home.
Gilberte Doinel: Could it be by the sea, Your Honor?
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.
Psychiatrist: Your parents say you're always lying.
Antoine Doinel: Oh, I lie now and then, I suppose. Sometimes I'd tell them the truth and they still wouldn't believe me, so I prefer to lie.
Gilberte Doinel: Antoine! He saw me.
The Lover: Which one's he?
Gilberte Doinel: With dark hair. But he should be in school.
Rene: You'll get it.
Antoine Doinel: She won't dare tell Dad.
Julien Doinel: You don't seem surprised.
Gilberte Doinel: Why should I be? He's capable of anything.
