I'm going to tell! . . . that you've been in the little jar of that rouge mom wears again.

A Cow

Taking Advantage of the Right Moment, convincing the Chinese to accept being Paid Two Hundred Millions in Opium

"Come on, up! Are we there?"

"This partridge died on my land, it will be buried in my stomach!"

"It's so nice like that, Dodore...with a bit of primping, it's no longer the same child!"

Corporal and Shirt-Maker of the Gentleman

What the devil could he really have in this thicket? ...Maybe it's a tiger?...

The Sleeping Fishmonger

Un Magasin de Modes

My little house, my mother ate it. My brother Zidor gambled away my hair, my shawls, my rings ... and all. And my late father drank the rest., p. 93

Masques et Visages [Masks and Faces]

Yvette Guilbert