Uncle Gabriel Quotes in Zazie dans le métro (1960)

Uncle Gabriel: I've tried dream analysis.

Charles: What do you dream of?

Uncle Gabriel: Wet nurses.

Mado: Something wrong, Mr. Gabriel?

Uncle Gabriel: I have stage fright.

Stagehand: Gabriel, you're on!

Zazie: When's the strike over?

Uncle Gabriel: Dunno. I don't do politics.

Charles: It ain't politics. It's about bucks.

Zazie: Mister, you ever go on strike?

Charles: Gotta, to get fares hiked.

Zazie: [Referring to Charlie's taxi] You oughta pay people to ride in this stinking crate!

Zazie: Bull. You never tell the truth.

Uncle Gabriel: The truth? As if you knew what truth was. As if anybody knew. It's all a lot of hooey.

Uncle Gabriel: In 20 years, there won't be teachers anymore. They'll all be replaced by movies, TV, electronics, stuff like that. That was in the paper the other day too.

Uncle Gabriel: [Looking at the Eiffel Tower] I wonder why Paris is always pictured as a dame.

Uncle Gabriel: Paris will always be Paris! Isn't it gorgeous, Zazie! The Pantheon. The Invalides. The cabaret. The metro.

Uncle Gabriel: I got a confession stuck in my craw. I can't hold it in no more! I'll say nothing of my youth. Of my upbringing, I had none. Of my education, there's little to tell. On this score, there's no more to say. Now I come to my military service on which I won't dwell. A bachelor early on, life made me what I am. Rise, descend, descend, rise, come, go - so does Man until he finally vanishes. A taxi bringeth him. An elevator taketh him away. Neither the Tower nor the Pantheon take any note. All Paris is a dream. Zazie is a reverie. All this is a reverie within a dream. A reverie within a dream.

Uncle Gabriel: And over there, way out yonder, the cemetery is piled high with former Parisians... who went up and down countless steps, to and fro along endless streets, until in the end they went and were no more. Pleasure bringeth them, a hearse taketh them away. Meanwhile, the Tower rusts, the Pantheon cracks, quicker than their bones rot... and melt away in the humus of the woeful metropolis. But I... I am alive! And there my knowledge ceases. Of the cabbie and my niece, 1,000 feet up in the air, and of my sweet spouse, Albertine, back at the hearth, at this precise moment, I know only this: that they are almost dead since they are not here. Created in a flash... animated in a splash... negated in a dash.

Charles: Gabriel? Mado Pettifoot and me just got engaged. Yep, we're marrying. It won't change nothing, except when we bang away, it'll be legal.

Uncle Gabriel: We gotta celebrate. Come to the club tonight to see my new number. Tell Albertine to hurry with my dress.

Uncle Gabriel: Okay, so I dance in drag in a nightclub. That means nothing. Strictly for laughs. With my build, you see...