Cecile Quotes in The Girl from Monday (2005)

Cecile: People have to *want* to have heart surgery, whether they need it or not.

Cecile: The feeling is the whole approach could be more, well, sexy. Much more provocative.

Jack: The children's wear account...

Abercrombie: Kids and not just children Jack, they're consumers.

The Girl From Monday: We're afraid he's addicted.

Cecile: To what?

The Girl From Monday: To being human.

Cecile: You have no friends, they're all informants.

Cécile: To Cyril Collard, and to all those who still believe that love means something.

Cecile: We will only write this time, won't we?

Madame de Rosemonde: Ah, my sweet girl. If I understand what these people have been saying, you have a dilemma.

Cecile: I do?

Madame de Rosemonde: Tell me, if it were up to you, would you rather marry that Monsieur de... eh...

Mertuil: Gercourt.

Madame de Rosemonde: Exactly, Gercourt. Or the other one? The one with the harp.

Mertuil: Well, I... I... I'll do whatever my Maman wants me to do.

Valmont: But that is not what my aunt is asking you. Forget Maman. If you had the choice, who would you pick? You, yourself?

Madame de Rosemonde: Oh! I... I... I guess I would marry Monsieur de Gercourt, and... keep Monsieur Danceny for a lover?

Mr. Snow: ...the first time I surprised my parents while they were making love.

Cécile: How old were you?

Cécile: The brave have no age.

Cécile: What's this dance?

Jean: It's called Sega.

Cécile: I've heard of a dance ending in an orgy.

Jean: That's the Moutia. Much more primitive, more like a happening.

Jean: When people drink, it degenerates.

Cecile: It's getting out of control. I just wish I were a lot older or a lot younger.

Anne Larson: You know, I spent my honeymoon by the sea 12 years ago.

Cecile: Did you like it? I mean, the place?

Anne Larson: Yes, I liked both it and the place.

Cecile: Albertine! I mean Léontine! Slight maid problem. Some weird sisters rotate working for us.

Anne Larson: Weird? How?

Cecile: Every week one or the other is suddenly stricken with some odd malady. Maybe it's us.

Maid: Yes, Mademoiselle?

Cecile: Oh! Léontine...

Maid: Léontine has a bad liver. I am her sister, Claudine.

Pablo: [Talking to Cecile and Phillipe at the bar] You two are not drunk on anything. Very bad. To live, you must be drunk on something... uh, love, money, success, failure, even whiskey, but *something*!

Cecile: You may be drunk, but you're right!

Pablo: Of course I'm right, I'm rich... or maybe it's the other way around.

Cecile: [giggling] You always have such a good time.

Pablo: Always. Except when I'm home in America. Not *North* America...

Philippe: *South* America!

Pablo: You tell someone you are rich and from America, and they *always* think you are from Texas!

Cecile: [Referring to Anne] She's prim, and prissy, and a prude. And a know it all. And I hate her!

Cecile: [starting to pour herself a bath] She's changed him. And she'll change me. She'll change everything. I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!

Cecile: [pausing, looking in the mirror] No, it isn't her fault he doesn't love you anymore. It's yours. You're spoiled, and willful, and arrogant, and lazy. A mean little monster!

Cecile: [continues] Anne had made me look at myself for the first time in my life. And that turned me against her - dead against her.

Cecile: [narrating] Later they told us that was the seventh accident at that spot since the beginning of summer. Seven - my lucky number.

Cecile: [continues] Anyone else would have left my father a note that would have ruined his sleep for the rest of his life. But Anne gave both of us a magnificently considerate present: she allowed us to believe her death was an accident. My father never mentions the word "suicide" to anybody - not even to me.

Anne Larson: You're looking wonderfully well. I'm surprised - and pleased.

Cecile: Why surprised?

Anne Larson: Well, from Raymond's description, I thought...

Cecile: Oh, that was in Paris. And in Paris I was worn out from studying.

Anne Larson: How did you do in your examinations?

Cecile: [shrugs and laughs] Flunked.

Anne Larson: Flunked?

Cecile: [shrugs] Flunked!

Anne Larson: Are you studying now?

Cecile: During vacation?

Anne Larson: Well, you're going to take your examinations again, in October?

Cecile: Why? Raymond never got a diploma.

Anne Larson: Yes, but he worked hard, made quite a bit of money.

Cecile: Well, if it's all gone, I'm sure they'll always be a man to take care of me. And you don't need a diploma for that.

[giggles]

Anne Larson: [curtly] I don't like vulgarities, Cecile. Even when they're funny.

Philippe: I am confused. You know what I'd like to do?

Cecile: What?

Philippe: I'd like to go someplace alone with you and get very drunky-poo.

Cecile: Phillipe, you'll be a credit to your mother yet.