My dear friend, you see, I wasn't born to be a marquis..."

The Garden of the Tuileries

Fridolin

Come, come! Théodore! Are we no longer our little mama's pet?

If you touch that bottle of muscadine wine again . . .

You lie, child . . .

At Cherbourg

M. Prudhomme: "I never get into a car where there's only a single passenger."

On the Train--Madame Has Rung the Bell...

The Drinking Trough

J. B. Gustave de Laboulie

"What time is it, please?"

"Will you do us the honor of kissing our hand?"