Marguerite Quotes in The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)

Dmitri: [Discovering Boy with Apple's disappearance] What's the meaning of this shit?

Laetizia: [Three sisters speak simultaneously] Boy with Apple? I thought you'd hidden it.

Marguerite: [Three sisters speak simultaneously] Why are you only noticing now?

Carolina: [Three sisters speak simultaneously] I assumed you took it. I assumed it went to the tax appraiser.

Dmitri: Are you fucking kidding me?

[after Guy has gotten into a conversation with his idol, Del Paxton]

Marguerite: Look at you. You're no good to me now.

King Francis: Baroness. Did you or did you not - lie to Her Majesty, the Queen of France?

Queen Marie: Choose your words wisely, madame, for they may be your last.

Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent: A woman would do practically anything for the love of a daughter, Your Majesties. Perhaps I did get... a little carried away.

Marguerite: Mother, what have you done? Your Majesty, like you, I am just a victim here. She has lied to us both and I am ashamed to call her family.

Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent: [pushes her] How dare you turn on me, you little ingrate?

Marguerite: You see? You see what I have to put up with?

King Francis: Silence, both of you! Good Lord!

[to Jacqueline]

King Francis: Are they always like this?

Jacqueline: Worse, Your Majesty.

Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent: Jacqueline, darling, I should hate to think you had anything to do with this.

Jacqueline: [sarcastically] Of course not, Mother. I'm only here for the food.

[Marguerite has just freaked out after realizing that Danielle has been seeing the Prince]

Queen Marie: Good heavens, child, are you all right?

Marguerite: There was a bee.

Marguerite: I said I wanted four-minute eggs. Not four one-minute eggs, and where in GOD'S NAME is our bread?

Henry: You're looking well, Marguerite.

Marguerite: You're welcome to look, Your Highness.

Marguerite: Why don't you sleep with the pigs, cindersoot, if you insist on smelling like one.

Marguerite: I was not shrill, I was resonant. A courtier knows the difference.

Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent: I very much doubt your style of resonance would be permitted in the royal court.

Marguerite: I'm not going to the Royal Court, am I, Mother? No one is, except some Spanish pig they have the nerve to call a princess.

Rodmilla: [after the laundry supervisor points out their work] Marguerite.

Marguerite: What?

Rodmilla: Well, you heard the woman.

Marguerite: So did you.

Rodmilla: Yes, but I'm management.

Marguerite: Like hell you are! You're just the same as me, a big NOBODY!

Rodmilla: How dare you speak to me that way? I'm of noble blood!

Laundry Supervisor: And you are getting on my nerves.

[knocks both of them into a vat of dye with a bag of laundry]

Laundry Supervisor: [chuckles briefly] Now get to work.

Danielle: These are my mother's!

Marguerite: Yes, and she's dead.

Jacqueline: Marguerite gets to do everything.

Marguerite: Oh, don't be daft, Jacqueline, the Queen doesn't even know you exist.

Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent: What Marguerite does is for all of us, my dear. We are counting on you to help her get ready.

Jacqueline: Lovely. Next thing you know I shall be cleaning the fireplace with Danielle.

Jacqueline: Next thing you know I shall be cleaning the fireplace with Danielle.

Rodmilla: Where is that girl?

Marguerite: Probably off catching rabbits with her teeth.

Hassan: Marguerite! Thank you for the books !

Marguerite: [chuckling] What books ?

Hassan: The books !

Olympe: If you don't stop being so easy-going with your money, you'll land in the gutter before you're through or back on that farm where you came from, milking cows and cleaning out hen houses.

Marguerite: Cows and chickens make better friends than I've ever met in Paris.

Armand: Don't you believe in love, Marguerite?

Marguerite: I don't think I know what it is.

Armand: Oh, thank you.

Marguerite: For what?

Armand: For never having been in love.

Marguerite: It's you. It's not a dream.

Armand: No, it's not a dream. I'm here with you in my arms, at last.

Marguerite: At last.

Armand: You're weak.

Marguerite: No, no. Strong. It's my heart. It's not used to being happy.

[Marguerite & Armand flirt by way of long glances]

Marguerite: His eyes have made love to me all evening.

Armand: Yes, you, well you did smile at me a moment ago, didn't you?

Marguerite: Well, you tell me first whether you smiled at me or my friend.

Armand: What friend?

Marguerite: You didn't even see her?

Armand: No.

Marguerite: Now what shall I give you to remember me by?

Baron de Varville: You can't give me anything I'd like.

Marguerite: What's that?

Baron de Varville: A tear. You're not sorry enough I'm going.

Marguerite: Oh, but I *am* sorry.

Nichette: Marguerite, it's ideal to love, and to marry the one you love.

Marguerite: I have no faith in ideals.

Armand: I know I don't mean anything to you. I don't count. But someone ought to look after you. And I could if you'd let me.

Marguerite: Too much wine has made you sentimental.

Marguerite: The sort of company you're in tonight doesn't suit you at all.

Armand: Nor you.

Marguerite: No. These are the only friends I have and I'm no better than they are.

Marguerite: When one may not have long to live, why shouldn't one have fancies?

Marguerite: It's hard to believe that there's such happiness in this world.

Armand: Marguerite. Now you've put tears on my hand. Why?

Marguerite: You will never love me thirty years. No one will.

Armand: I'll love you all my life. I know that now. All my life.

[They kiss]

Marguerite: Let me love you. Let me live for you. But don't let me ask any more from Heaven than that - God might get angry.

Marguerite: I shall love Armand always. And I believe he shall love me always too.

Monsieur Duval: Please, give him up.

Marguerite: What shall I do?

Monsieur Duval: Talk to him. Tell him he must leave you.

Marguerite: I have talked.

Monsieur Duval: Leave him.

Marguerite: He'd follow me.

Monsieur Duval: Tell him you don't love him.

Marguerite: He wouldn't believe me.

Armand: Then you do love him. Dare to tell me that you love him. You're free of me forever.

Marguerite: [Armand grabs her] I love him.

Marguerite: I always look well when I'm near death.

Madame Barjon, the Florist: [First lines] For the lady of the camellias. And they're almost twice as large as usual.

Marguerite: I shall have twice as many tomorrow.

Prudence Duvernoy: Twice as many! Oh, don't listen to her, Barjon. I know what those things cost.

Madame Barjon, the Florist: Doesn't she listen when she orders her hats and dresses from you?

Prudence Duvernoy: They're an investment!

Marguerite: Of course I order too many hats and too many dresses and too many everything, but I want them.

Monsieur Duval: How can I ever repay you for all you're doing for me?

Marguerite: Make no mistake, monsieur - whatever I do, it's nothing for you; it's all for Armand.

Armand: Fate must have had something to do with this. I've hoped for it so long. You don't believe me?

Marguerite: No.

Armand: First time I saw you was a year and a half ago. You were in an open carriage, dressed in white. I saw you get out and go into a shop in the Place de la Bourse.

Marguerite: Yes, that might have happened. I used to go to a dressmaker at Place de la Bourse.

Armand: You were wearing thin dress with miles of ruffles, a large straw hat, an embroidered shawl, a single bracelet in heavy gold chain, and, of course, the camellias at your waist.

Marguerite: I'm not always sincere, one can't be in this world, you know.

Marguerite: Time changes our minds as well as our hearts.

Armand: I'm glad of this opportunity of returning something belonging to you.

[Presents a white ladies handkerchief found six months earlier]

Armand: I found it on the floor when I came back.

Marguerite: And you kept it with you all this time? Always with you?

Armand: Yes. Always with me. Like an old friend - to remind me that I'm not the Baron de Varville.

Marguerite: Hmm. Rather very romantic reasons.

Armand: No. I kept it as a warning against romance.

Marguerite: How sensible.

Armand: I'll bring this little book as a birthday present. Have you read it?

Marguerite: I never read anything. What is it?

Armand: Manon Lescaut

Marguerite: Who was she?

Armand: A beautiful girl who lived for love and pleasure.

Marguerite: [Examines the book cover] It's a beautiful color, it should be a very good story.

Armand: Yes it is. But, it's rather sad. She dies in the end.

Marguerite: Well, then I'll keep it, but, I won't read it. I don't like sad thoughts. However, we all die.

Marguerite: Now, why don't you go back and dance with one of those pretty girls.

[laughs]

Marguerite: Come, I'll go with you.

[Armand kisses Marguerite's hand]

Marguerite: What a child you are.

Armand: You're hand's so hot.

Marguerite: Is that why you put tears on it? To cool it?

Marguerite: Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick or sad or too gay.

Armand: No one has ever loved as I have loved you.

Marguerite: That may be true; but, what can I do about it?

Marguerite: You should go away and not see me any more. But, don't go in anger. Why don't you laugh at yourself a little, as I laugh at myself and come and talk to me once in awhile in - a friendly way.

Armand: That's too much - and not enough.

Baron de Varville: Who is it?

Marguerite: I might say that there is someone at the wrong door - or the great romance of my life.

Baron de Varville: The great romance of your life!

[laughs]

Baron de Varville: Charming!

Marguerite: That might have been.

[laughs]

Marguerite: You know, once I had a little dog and he always looked sad when I was sad and I loved him so. And when your tears fell on my hand and I loved you too all at once.

Marguerite: It costs money to go to the country.

Armand: I have money.

Marguerite: Yes, how much?

Armand: Seven thousand francs a year.

Marguerite: I spend more than that in a month and I've never been too particular.

Marguerite: How can one change one's entire life and build a new one on one moment of love? And yet, that's what you make me want me to close my eyes and do.

Armand: Then close your eyes and say yes. I command it!

Marguerite: Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Marguerite: Why can't anything ever be perfect once?

Armand: Tired?

Marguerite: Only nicely tired. Let's go as far as the top of the hill and see what's beyond.

Armand: Yes. I don't care what's behind, do you?

Marguerite: No.

Marguerite: How good the earth smells. Never need any perfume. Look, look I found a four leaf clover! My first good luck! You know, when I was little I used to hunt for them everywhere, thinking they would change everything.

Marguerite: Are you going to spoil a day like this by being jealous?

Armand: No, of course not. I always know he's there.

Marguerite: But, I'm always here.

Marguerite: A man can go back. He can always go back.

Marguerite: Monsieur, suppose I told you I have a feeling I shan't live very long.

Monsieur Duval: Well, then I scold you for being fanciful and a little foolish. What you probably feel is the melancholy of happiness, that mood that comes over all of us when we realize that even *love* can't remain a flood tide forever.

Marguerite: Oh, Armand. I'm doomed.

Monsieur Duval: With him, you're both doomed.

Nanine: Your hands are like ice, child. Tell Nanine what you're going to do.

Marguerite: Oh, make my love hate me. Make him hate me. Oh, God help me!

[Sobs uncontrollably]

Marguerite: People say things they don't mean sometime at night. Well, life is something besides kisses and promises in the moonlight.

Armand: I could kill you for this!

Marguerite: I'm not worth killing, Armand. I've loved you as much as I could love. If that wasn't enough, I'm not to blame. We don't make our own hearts.

Marguerite: We went to the theater, Prudence.

Prudence Duvernoy: What was the play?

Baron de Varville: Manon Lescaut.

Armand: Oh, yes. The story of a man who loved a woman more than his honor. A woman who wanted luxury more than his love. You should have found that very entertaining.

Marguerite: How kind. You know, I used to think you were such a gay fellow - with no other thought, but for pleasure.

Armand: Nanine. Nanine. Nanine! Get the doctor quickly.

Marguerite: The doctor? If you can't make me live, how can he?

Armand: No-no. Don't say such things, Marguerite. You'll live. You must live!

Marguerite: Perhaps its better if I live in your heart where the world can't see me. If I'm dead, there'll be no stain on our love.