Adam Cook: [Jerry, Henri Baurel and Adam are at the café, talking. Adam desperately tries to prevent the other two men from revealing to each other they love the same woman by distracting them] Did I ever tell you about the time I gave a command performance for Hitler?
Adam Cook: I'm a concert pianist. That's a pretentious way of saying I'm... unemployed at the moment.
Milo Roberts: [after watching Jerry dismiss a young woman looking at his work] Do you mind if I have a look, or will you chew my head off too?
Jerry Mulligan: No, you're all right. She's just one of those third year girls who gripe my liver.
Milo Roberts: Third year girls?
Jerry Mulligan: Yeah, you know, American college kids. They come over here to take their third year and lap up a little culture. They give me a swift pain.
Milo Roberts: Why? They're harmless enough.
Jerry Mulligan: They're officious and dull. They're always making profound observations they've overheard.
Jerry Mulligan: Back home everyone said I didn't have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here but it sounds better in French.
Adam Cook: It's not a pretty face, I grant you, but underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.
Lise Bouvier: Jerry, if it means anything to you, I love you.
Jerry Mulligan: Civilization has a natural resistance to improving itself.
Jerry Mulligan: What gets me is, I don't know anything about her. We manage to be together for a few moments and then off she goes. Sometimes we have a wonderful time together and other times it's no fun at all. But I got to be with her.
Jerry Mulligan: Well, uh, with a binding like you've got, people are going to want to know what's in the book.
Jerry Mulligan: I came to Paris to paint, like Utrillo did, and Rouault did, and Lautrec did. I loved what they've created and I thought that, maybe, something could happen to me too. Well, it happened all right, but Paris is not enough for me anymore, because the more beautiful it is, the more it will hurt without you.
Jerry Mulligan: I never touch a guy unless I've known him at least fifteen minutes.
Jerry Mulligan: This is Paris, and I'm an American who lives here. My name is Jerry Mulligan, and I'm an ex G.I. In 1945 when the army told me to find my own job, I stayed on. And I'll tell you why: I'm a painter, and all my life that's all I've ever wanted to do.
Lise Bouvier: Jerry, don't let me leave you this way.
Jerry Mulligan: [Narrating] Brother, if you can't paint in Paris, you better give up and marry the boss's daughter.