Jeanne Quotes in The Devils (1971)

Jeanne: They always spoke of your beauty, and now I see it with my own eyes and it is true.

Grandier: Look at this thing that I am and learn the meaning of love.

Jeanne: Whore! Strumpet! Hypocrite! You tell me you have no vocation? Of course you have a vocation! Fornicator! Fornicator! Sacrilegious bitch! Seducer of priest, that's your calling! Your place is in a brothel. You filthy whore! Get back to the gutter where you belong!

Jeanne: Satan is ever ready to seduce us with sensual delights.

Jeanne: Oh, Christ, let me find a way to you. Take me in your sacred arms. Let the blood flow between us uniting us. (moans) Grandier. Grandier!

Louis XIII: Reverend Father, I notice that you don't speak to these creatures in Latin as is usual. Why is that?

Barre: They're not conversant with the language. You'll understand, sire, there are uneducated as well as educated devils.

Jeanne: [in a growling voice as she crawls like a crab] I haven't travelled much.

Louis XIII: Quite.

Jeanne: Words are lies, bodies are truth - I have to show the truth.

Jeanne: Words are the best chastity belt there is.

The Actor: You're in good spirits.

Jeanne: Yes, I am. I think life is hilarious.

Jeanne: If anyone had secretly witnessed today all I've said and done, he'd have no idea of the situation's meaning...

Jeanne: I don't know. Perhaps everything has a reason.

Michel: Jeanne, are you that naïve?

Jeanne: Let's drink a toast to our life in the hotel.

Paul: No fuck all that! Hey listen! Let's drink a toast to our life in the country.

Jeanne: You're a nature lover? You didn't tell me that.

Paul: Oh, for christ sake... I'm nature boy. Can't you see me with the cows and the chickenshit all over me? Huh?

Jeanne: Oh, that's right. To the cows!

Paul: Cow.

Jeanne: I will be your cow too.

Paul: I get to milk you twice a day. How about that?

Paul: It's me again.

Jeanne: It's over.

Paul: That's right. It's over and then it begins again.

Jeanne: What begins again? I don't understand anything anymore.

Paul: There's nothing to understand. We left the apartment, and now we begin and love all the rest of it.

Jeanne: The rest of it?

Paul: Yeah, listen. I'm 45. I'm a widower. I own a little hotel. It's kind of a dump, but not completely a flop house. Then I used to live on my luck and I got married, and my wife killed herself.

Paul: You ran through Africa and Asia and Indonesia, and now I found you... and I love you. I want to know your name.

Jeanne: Jeanne.

[she shoots him]

[Jeanne is telling Paul about her first love]

Jeanne: I fell in love with him when I first heard him play piano.

Paul: You mean the first time he got inside your knickers.

Jeanne: He was a child prodigy; he was playing with both hands.

Paul: I bet he was!

Jeanne: What are we doing here?

Paul: Let's just say we're taking a flying fuck at a rolling donut.

Jeanne: Why do you hate women?

Paul: Because either they always pretend to know who I am, or they pretend I don't know who they are, and that's very boring.

Jeanne: It's better not knowing anything.

Jeanne: [in French; subtitled] Olympia is the personification of domestic virtue: faithful, economic and racist.

[last lines]

Jeanne: [about Paul, in French] I don't know his name...

Tom - un cinéaste, le fiancé de Jeanne: [in French; subtitled] How did you find it?

Jeanne: [in French] By chance.

Tom - un cinéaste, le fiancé de Jeanne: [in French] We'll change everything.

Jeanne: [in French] Everything! We'll turn chance into destiny.

Jeanne: Love is not pop.

[Paul and Jeanne are talking in bed about Jeanne's past experiences with men]

Paul: You started grabbing his joint?

Jeanne: Your crazy!

Paul: Well, he touched you, didn't he?

Jeanne: I never let him! Never!

Paul: Ugh! Liar, liar, pants on fire, nose as long as a telephone wire.

[slight pause]

Paul: You mean to tell me he didn't touch you? Look at me straight in the face and say, 'He didn't touch me.'

Jeanne: No, he touched me, but the way he did it.

Paul: Aha! The *way* he did it.

Paul: I'm awfully sorry to intrude, but I was so... struck with your beauty that I thought perhaps I could offer you a glass of champagne. Is this seat taken?

Jeanne: No.

Jeanne: Why don't you go back in America?

Paul: I don't know, bad memories, I guess.