Ariane Chavasse: I see nothing has changed...
Frank Flannagan: Of course not! Once you've got a winning combination, why mess around with it?

Ariane Chavasse: I'm against violence. In my opinion, there's too much shooting in the world, and not enough love.
Frank Flannagan: How's that, again?
Ariane Chavasse: I mean, if people loved each other more, they'd shoot each other less!

Ariane Chavasse: Papa, you are a cynic!
Claude Chavasse: I guess I am.
Ariane Chavasse: You enjoy your work!
Claude Chavasse: I guess I do.
Ariane Chavasse: You'd enjoyed it even if you weren't paid for it!
Claude Chavasse: I wouldn't go that far.

Ariane Chavasse: Working on a new case?
Claude Chavasse: A client from Brussels. His wife ran away to Paris with the chauffeur. I have to find them; the husband wants his car back.

Ariane Chavasse: You know who I am, Mr. Flannagan, I'm the girl in the afternoon.

Monsieur X: Please, monsieur, is the news good or bad?
Claude Chavasse: That depends. Is this your wife?
[Hands over a photograph]
Monsieur X: It looks like her.
Claude Chavasse: Then I regret to inform you that it looks bad.
Monsieur X: Then there IS another man!
Claude Chavasse: There is. And I regret to say that he looks good.

Claude Chavasse: This is a great honor. Come right in, Mr. Flannagan.
Frank Flannagan: You know me?
Claude Chavasse: Do I know you? Does an art student know Picasso?

Frank Flannagan: [on knowing about his numerous conquests] Aren't you a little too young for that?
Ariane Chavasse: I was about to ask you a similar question. Aren't you a little too old for that?
Frank Flannagan: That hurts! First you save a man's life, then you stab him. Is that kind?

Frank Flannagan: Everything about you is perfect.
Ariane Chavasse: I'm too thin! And my ears stick out, and my teeth are crooked and my neck's much too long.
Frank Flannagan: Maybe so, but I love the way it all hangs together.
[they kiss]

Frank Flannagan: Goodbye, thin girl.
Ariane Chavasse: Goodbye, Mr. Flannagan.
Frank Flannagan: You promised.
Ariane Chavasse: You don't have to worry about me, Mr. Flannagan. There've been so many men before. There'll be so many after this. It's gonna be another one of those crazy years. While you're in Cannes, I'll be in Brussels with the banker. He wants to give me a Mercedes Benz, a blue one, it's my favorite color. And while you're in Athens, I'll be with the duke again in Scotland. But, I don't know whether I'll go yet, because another man's asked me to spend the summer with him in Deauville. He owns race horses. He's very rich. He's number twenty. I mean number twenty one, you're number twenty. So, you see Mr. Flannagan, I'll be perfectly all right. I'll... I'll be all right... I'll be all right!