Lenore: Do you know who this is?
Crowd: Scaramouche!
Lenore: Scaramouche, yes. But who is Scaramouche? And why does he hide his face behind a mask? You don't know? Then I'll tell you. Scaramouche is a fool, a genius, a ne'er-do-well, a saint; fickle, adoring, false and true together; woman's enemy, and the one thing she can't do without: a man!

Lenore: Your brain is gone! Where did you fall, on your head?

Isabelle de Valmorin: Andre, you're dressed very oddly. Are you in trouble too?
Andre Moreau: Well, not yet, darling, but it threatens. I have a young lady downstairs in a coach with an itch to be married. She's made two attempts since breakfast and her temper is rising.

Marie Antoinette: I am angry with you, sir.
Noel, Marquis de Maynes: Angry, Your Majesty?
Marie Antoinette: Very angry! You know why, of course.
Noel, Marquis de Maynes: Could it be for fighting Count de Talles?
Marie Antoinette: Among others.
Noel, Marquis de Maynes: I only scratched him a little.
Marie Antoinette: They say you crippled him for life.
Marie Antoinette: And five minutes later, you killed the Baron Marblaux.
Noel, Marquis de Maynes: An unfortunate accident. He ran into my sword.

Aline de Gavrillac de Bourbon: I don't suppose you can mend a broken wheel?
Andre Moreau: Unfortunately not. A broken heart...
Aline de Gavrillac de Bourbon: Oh, thank you, but might heart is quite intact.
Andre Moreau: I envy you. Mine is in chains from this moment.

Aline de Gavrillac de Bourbon: I have your word as a man!
Andre Moreau: As an incarnate fiend.