Gaston Lachaille: I must consider my next move very carefully. All of Paris is watching me.
Madame Alvarez: Gaston, what are you talking about? The whole world is watching you.
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: 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.
Gigi: Why did he fly off the handle? He knew I'd answer him back.
Aunt Alicia: Love is eternal spring in an eternal garden.
Madame Alvarez: And when eternal spring is over?
Aunt Alicia: Oh, what difference does that make?
Madame Alvarez: It makes a great deal of difference to Gigi. And may I tell you something? I am not so sure that I disagree with her.
Aunt Alicia: Marriage is not forbidden to us, but instead of getting married at once, it sometimes happens we get married at last.
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.
Aunt Alicia: Love, my dear Gigi, is a thing of beauty like a work of art, and like a work of art it is created by artists. The greater the artist the greater the art. And what makes an artist?
Gigi: Cigars and jewelry?
Aunt Alicia: Gigi, you're from another planet.
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.
Aunt Alicia: Such stupidity is without equal in the whole history of human relations.
Madame Alvarez: How was Monte Carlo?
Gaston Lachaille: It was a bore.
Madame Alvarez: One has to be as rich as you are, Gaston, to be bored at Monte Carlo.
Aunt Alicia: Liane d'Exelmans has commited suicide... again.
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.
Gigi: Do you make love all the time?
Gaston Lachaille: I beg your pardon?
Gigi: Do you make love all the time, Gaston?
Gaston Lachaille: Certainly not! The only people who make love all the time are liars.
Gigi: A necklace is love! A ring is love! / A rock from some obnoxious little king is love! / A sapphire with a star is love! / An ugly black cigar is love! / Everything you are is love! You would think it would embarrass / All the people here in Paris / To be thinking every minute of love.
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: Youth is the thing, Gaston. Youth. Stay close to the young and a little rubs off.
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.
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.
