Le Dîner de Cons (1998)

Catherine Frot: Marlène Sasseur

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Quotes 

• François Pignon : Marlène Hissister? It's me again. I'm calling to say Mrs. Brochant came home. Yes, a moment ago. She's fine, Mr. Brochant is fine, everybody's fine. His back is sore, but he's taking it better.

  Pierre Brochant : Say goodbye!

  François Pignon : I'm not really a friend of his. He likes my models. I make matchstick models of engineering feats; the Tancarville Bridge, the Golden Gate Bridge...

  Pierre Brochant : She doesn't care!

  François Pignon : She's very interested!

  Pierre Brochant : Don't tie up my phone line!

  François Pignon : Sorry, I have to go now. He needs me, and in his shape, I can't leave him alone.

  Pierre Brochant : [frustrated]  Oh, my God!

  Marlène Sasseur : Alone? His wife isn't back?

  François Pignon : What? Sure she's back... but she stepped out. She hasn't walked out, she stepped out... to throw out the garbage.

  Pierre Brochant : What is this?

  François Pignon : Aries, with Gemini ascending. Aries don't lie. I'm not lying.

  Pierre Brochant : Enough!

  Marlène Sasseur : I'll be right over.

  François Pignon : Hello? She said, "I'll be right over" and hung up.

  Pierre Brochant : Give me that phone!

  François Pignon : Sorry, I played it too cool. I didn't expect her to be so cunning.

• Marlène Sasseur : It's you, darling. I'll drop off the dogs and be right over.

  Pierre Brochant : Don't! My wife'll be home any minute. Don't come over!

  Marlène Sasseur : Sorry, but I doubt she'll be returning. Know what I think? She's back with Leblanc.

  Pierre Brochant : Leblanc? Why even bring him up? It's over between them! I say she's with no one! Please stay home tonight, okay?

  [she hangs up] 

  Pierre Brochant : Hello? That nut won't listen!

• Marlène Sasseur : Hello?

  François Pignon : Hello, Pr. Sorbier, please. For Pierre Brochant.

  Marlène Sasseur : Pierre Brochant?

  François Pignon : Yes. I need the doctor right away.

  Marlène Sasseur : There's no doctor here.

  François Pignon : Sorry, I dialed a wrong number. I skipped a line. The handwriting's so tiny.

  Pierre Brochant : Who cares? Just hang up!

  François Pignon : Yes, I'm at his place. Yes, he's here. No, he's in pretty bad shape. He's got a bad back. He can't move, he's spread out on the floor like a sack of potatoes.

  Pierre Brochant : Who are you talking to?

  François Pignon : Who am I talking to? Really? Then I can tell you he's in very bad shape. His wife left him, too. He's broken, body and soul!

  Pierre Brochant : Stop that!

  François Pignon : I must go. He's about to lose it. Bye!

• Pierre Brochant : [learning Francois kicked Christine out, assuming she was Marlene]  What did you say to her?

  François Pignon : To whom?

  Pierre Brochant : To my wife!

  François Pignon : Not a thing.

  Pierre Brochant : She comes home, and you chase her away!

  François Pignon : I thought she was the nutcase. I thought the nympho dumped her dogs and came to make trouble.

  Marlène Sasseur : Who is he talking about?

  Pierre Brochant : [coming back, Juste begins laughing again and leaves]  Please, go home! I have a serious problem!

  Marlène Sasseur : Pierre, listen to me.

  Pierre Brochant : Marlene, go away!

  Marlène Sasseur : I cram three dogs in my car to come over, and you throw me out?

• Pierre Brochant : Francois Pignon, Marlene.

  François Pignon : Marlene?

  Pierre Brochant : Who did you toss out earlier?

  François Pignon : Marlene.

  Marlène Sasseur : What?

  Pierre Brochant : This is Marlene. Who did you toss out?

  [Juste starts laughing] 

  Pierre Brochant : If this is so funny, get out!

  Juste Leblanc : Sorry.

  Pierre Brochant : A blonde in a beige raincoat?

  François Pignon : You said, "That nut will show up!". A woman shows up, I figure it's the nut!

  Marlène Sasseur : What nut?

  Juste Leblanc : [laughing harder]  I'll be back.

• François Pignon : [on the phone with Marlene]  She's suicidal.

  Pierre Brochant : It's blackmail. Where are my keys?

  François Pignon : Don't do anything silly! Swear you won't!

  Marlène Sasseur : You're nice. But he's a bastard! One hell of a bastard!

  François Pignon : Don't say that.

  Marlène Sasseur : He's so mean! Even in his way of having fun!

  François Pignon : I have to go.

  Marlène Sasseur : If he hadn't hurt his back, he'd be making fun of some guy.

  François Pignon : What do you mean?

  Pierre Brochant : Hang up!

  Marlène Sasseur : Didn't he tell you? Every week, they hold a dinner game. They invite idiots and make fun of them all night!

• Marlène Sasseur : Pierre, it's me. Pierre, I know you're there. You're not being nice. You promised to leave your wife. Look how you treat me now! Answer me! I need you. I'm not well! Pick up the phone! If you don't, I'll do something silly!

  François Pignon : [picking up]  His wife had an accident. He's at the hospital.

  Marlène Sasseur : An accident?

  François Pignon : It's not serious, but...

  Marlène Sasseur : Serves him right!

  François Pignon : Don't say that, Marlene.

  Marlène Sasseur : Serves him right! He's mean! His wife's in the hospital, and I'll kill myself!

  François Pignon : Don't kill yourself. Try to understand, it's been hell...

  Marlène Sasseur : He's a bastard!

  [spilling her drink] 

  Marlène Sasseur : Fuck, my glass... look at that mess. Why did I fall for that bastard?