Last Tango in Paris Quotes

Paul Well, first you have to take a hot bath and if you don't you're gonna get pneumonia. Right?... and then you know what happens? You get pneumonia... and then you know what happens? You die! And then, you know what happens then when you die? I get to fuck the dead rat!

Jeanne Let's drink a toast to our life in the hotel.

Paul No fuck all that! Hey listen! Let's drink a toast to our life in the country.

Jeanne You're a nature lover? You didn't tell me that.

Paul Oh, for Christ's sake... I'm nature boy. Can't you see me with the cows and the chickenshit all over me? Huh?

Jeanne Oh, that's right. To the cows!

Paul Cow.

Jeanne I will be your cow too.

Paul I get to milk you twice a day. How about that?

Paul Even if a husband lives 200 fucking years, he'll never discover his wife's true nature. I may be able to understand the secrets of the universe, but... I'll never understand the truth about you. Never.

Jeanne It's better not knowing anything.

Paul That is your happiness, and my hap-penis.

Jeanne I fell in love with him when I first heard him play piano.

Paul You mean the first time he got inside your knickers.

Jeanne He was a child prodigy; he was playing with both hands.

Paul I bet he was!

Jeanne I didn't know his name...

Jeanne Why do you hate women?

Paul Because either they always pretend to know who I am, or they pretend I don't know who they are, and that's very boring.

Paul You ran through Africa and Asia and Indonesia, and now I found you... and I love you. I want to know your name.

Jeanne Jeanne.

Jeanne What are we doing here?

Paul Let's just say we're taking a flying fuck at a rolling donut.

Paul Our marriage was nothing more than a foxhole for you. And all it took for you to get out was a 10 cent razor and a tub full of water. You cheap, goddamn, fucking, godforsaken whore, I hope you rot in hell. You're worse than the dirtiest street pig anybody could ever find anywhere, and you know why? You know why? Because you lied. You lied to me and I trusted you. You lied and you knew you were lying. Go on, tell me you didn't lie. Haven't you got anything to say about that? You can think up something, can't you? Go on, tell me something! Go on, smile, you cunt! Go on, tell me... tell me something sweet. Smile at me and say I just misunderstood. Go on, tell me. You pig-fucker... you goddamn, fucking, pig-fucking liar. Rosa... I'm sorry, I... I just - I can't stand it to see these goddamn things on your face! You never wore make-up... this fucking shit. I'm gonna take this off your mouth, this - this lipstick... Rosa - oh GOD! I'm sorry! I - I don't know why you did it! I'd do it too, if I knew how... I just don't know how... I have to... have to find a way...

Jeanne Olympia is the personification of domestic virtue: faithful, economic and racist.