Yves Saint Laurent: I don't fear critics.
Yves Saint Laurent: I don't fear critics.
Tommy: The trash man wasn't always a trash man.
Janet Poindexter: Okay, ladies, let's go. Let's go! Remember, sweat is just fat crying for attention.
Godfrey: The only difference between a derelict and a man is a job.
Paula Beck: You went and fell in love with a princess, didn't you?
Grady Beck: Wait, how did…
Paula Beck: A mother always knows. Plus, I looked her up, so there's that.
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The Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, we now ask for your complete attention. If you want to sing, laugh, clap, cry, yawn, boo or fart, please, do it in your head, only in your head. You are now kindly requested to keep silent and to hold your breath until the very end of the show. Breathing will not be tolerated during the show. So, please take a deep, last breath right now. Thank you.
Mutulu: You must stand for something, you must live for something! And you must be willing to die for something!
Joanna: Okay, so what would you say? What kind of person am I?
Audrey: My kind of person.
Anne Lockwood: Let's make a little detour and see the beautiful cathedral there.
Jacques Clement: Who are you and what have you done with my American friend, always in a hurry to get to Paris?
Rose: [On the feline he brought in] What do you call it?
Carl Mørck: [Beat] Cat