Judge in Dream: I accuse you... of a wasted life.
Papillon: Guilty... guilty... guilty.
Papillon: We're something, aren't we? The only animals that shove things up their ass for survival.
Warden Barrot: Put all hope out of your mind. And masturbate as little as possible, it drains the strength.
Toussaint: How did you know I have dry leprosy, that it isn't contagious?
Papillon: I didn't.
Maturette: We all have sensitive spots.
Camp Commandant: Make the best of what we offer you, and you will suffer less than you deserve.
Toussaint: We do a lot of smuggling here. We raid the mainland. We steal boats. When an outsider comes in we generally kill him, as a security measure.
Papillon: That makes sense.
Toussaint: Well... a man of Christian understanding.
Papillon: Hey you bastards, I'm still here.
Toussaint: If you're going to catch leprosy, it's better to catch it from money than from people.
Warden Barrot: Papillon made it to freedom. He lived out the rest of his natural born life. The Penal Colony did not.
Dega: Blame is for God and small children.
Maturette: I'll do what you ask, on one condition: You keep your money and you take me with you.
Maturette: I'm the only one who can get you out of here.
Maturette: I know. I'm a queer, a fairy, a poof, huh? But there's one thing you forgot. You may have been framed, as you say you were... but I wasn't. Between the two of us... I'm the one who's killed a man, not you.
Dega: If I stay - here in this place -I will die.