Christina Delassalle: There is only one possible end. We are monsters. I don't like monsters.
Nicole Horner: If it's only him, I feel better. I'll save the grain of sand falling from the hands of providence for my morality lessons.
Michel Delassalle: A sick person shouldn't worry about her appearance.
Christina Delassalle: I'm not sick.
Nicole Horner: She's delicate, you know it.
Michel Delassalle: Delicate? Yes, when she came from Caracas. Today, she's a cute little ruin. She doesn't risk anything. Ruins are indestructible. She'll bury us all. Won't you, my little ruin?
Alfred Fichet, le commissaire: The keys in the pool, the husband in the morgue! You dream too much about water in this house.
Christina Delassalle: Don't you believe in Hell?
Nicole Horner: Not since I was seven.
Christina Delassalle: I do.
Plantiveau, le concierge: Watch out, ma'am. That's the deep part where you are.
Christina Delassalle: There is no danger. I can swim.
Plantiveau, le concierge: That don't mean a thing. It's always the ones who know how that get drowned. The ones who can't, don't go near the pool.
M.Drain, professeur: I may be reactionary, but this is absolutely astounding - the legal wife consoling the mistress! No, no, and no.
Alfred Fichet, le commissaire: To commit suicide in the Seine, one doesn't need to undress.
