Antoine Doinel: I need some money for lunch, dad. Only 1,000 francs.
Julien Doinel: Therefore you hope for 500. Therefore you need 300. Here's 100.

Psychiatrist: Your parents say you're always lying.
Antoine Doinel: Oh, I lie now and then, I suppose. Sometimes I'd tell them the truth and they still wouldn't believe me, so I prefer to lie.

English Teacher: Last and simple question. Where is the father?
Rene: Ze fazer...
English Teacher: No. The father.
Rene: Ze fazer.
English Teacher: No, the tip of the tongue between the teeth. As if you had a lisp. Father.
Rene: Fazer.
English
Teacher: No.
Rene: But I can't, sir. Not everybody has a tongue like yours.

Juvenile Delinquent: I'm an unstable psychotic individual with perverted tendencies.

Judge: I think we should place your child under observation in a special home.
Gilberte Doinel: Could it be by the sea, Your Honor?

Antoine Doinel: [heard thinking aloud, as he is writing on a wall] "Here lies poor Antoine Doinel, unjustly punished by Sourpuss for a pinup fallen from the sky. It will be an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth!"

Gilberte Doinel: My boss drove me home.
Julien Doinel: Your boss.
Gilberte Doinel: I couldn't very well refuse, could I?
Julien Doinel: I hope you get overtime for that.
Gilberte Doinel: I will, at the end of the month.
Julien Doinel: Those services are usually
paid in cash.
Gilberte Doinel: Oh, knock it off!
Julien Doinel: No wonder madame needs to rest on Sunday. By the way, where's my Michelin guide?
Gilberte Doinel: How should I know? Ask the boy.
Julien Doinel: He said he didn't touch it.
Gilberte Doinel: He lies through his teeth.
Julien Doinel: Like someone else I know.
Gilberte Doinel: If you raised him better...
Julien Doinel: I gave him my name, damn it! I put food on the table!
Gilberte Doinel: I've had enough of your criticism! Fine! We'll send him to the Jesuits or the army orphans. At least I'd have some peace and quiet!

Gilberte Doinel: He's a liar!
Julien Doinel: Like you!
Gilberte Doinel: If you raised him right...
Julien Doinel: Shit! I gave him a name! I feed him!
Gilberte Doinel: I'm sick of your complaints! Fed up! If you can't stand him, say so. We'll put him in an orphanage so I can have some
peace!

Juvenile Delinquent: [to Antoine about another boy in the reformatory] He escaped a week ago, but they got him. Around here to escape is bad enough, but getting caught is worse.