The V.I.P.s (1963)

Louis Jourdan: Marc Champselle

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• Marc Champselle : "No" is not a word that I recognise.

  Frances Andros : You've recognised it for the past three months.

• Frances Andros : That word seems to have stuck in your throat, a bit.

  Marc Champselle : Gigolo or aging?

  Frances Andros : Not aging, we're all aging.

  Marc Champselle : But, yes, gigolo does hurt. I suppose because its kind of true. I have made love to women for, oh, not for money, really, really not for money, or for what I could get out of it, but, well,

  Frances Andros : Well?

  Marc Champselle : For fun! It's true. I'm just one of nature's lay-abouts, I suppose.

• Frances Andros : I love you very deeply, you know.

  Marc Champselle : Good. You haven't told me why?

  Frances Andros : You so much want looking after. And I so much want to look after you.

• Marc Champselle : What happened? You got lost in the fog?

• Marc Champselle : There have been plenty of times in my life when I'd have sold my soul for a tenth of that. But then you must realize, Paul, that in those days I don't think I really had a soul to sell.

• Marc Champselle : But isn't it better for you, that it should be me? Think of the sympathy you'll get from everyone: "Not with Marc Champselle! With anyone else, possibly, but not with Marc Champselle. She must be mad!" You've got my sympathy too, you know. I suppose in the circumstances, that's a dangerous thing to say. It would almost make me shoot, if I was sitting there. But, it's true.

  [handing Paul back his check] 

  Marc Champselle : And I'm in the mood for truth.

• Marc Champselle : You? Why should you be scared of him?

  Frances Andros : As a child I was scared of the dark.

• Marc Champselle : This is a problem, darling. How am I going to fix adjoining rooms for us, without seeming too obvious?

  Frances Andros : Your past experience, should help you there, shouldn't it?

  Marc Champselle : Have I married, a cat?

  Frances Andros : You haven't married anything yet?

• Paul Andros : Where do you want to go, Marc?

  Marc Champselle : What do you mean?

  Paul Andros : Cannes is a bit dead in January. What about the West Indies? No, of course, you'd miss your gambling, wouldn't you. What about Rio? That's pleasant at this time of year.

  Marc Champselle : I'm going to New York, Paul. With your wife.

  Paul Andros : I made this out for 10,000 pounds. That's at least twice your nuisance value. But, I don't enjoy haggling.

• Frances Andros : He needs me, it isn't show. He really needs me.

  Marc Champselle : Do you think I don't?

  Frances Andros : I know you do. But at least you'll survive.

  Marc Champselle : How can you be so damn sure?

  Frances Andros : It's a risk I'll have to take.

  Marc Champselle : Don't you love me at all?

  Frances Andros : Oh, yes! I love you, Marc. More, I think, than you'll ever know.

• Marc Champselle : I've been on the receiving end for most of my life, so I know what I've talking about... generosity is a killer. Checkbook generosity. It... it kills your pride, you see. I remember...

  Paul Andros : We were talking about my wife.

• Marc Champselle : Well, I'll have to think up something rather quick, won't I? I can still play golf, down to scratch. I wonder if I could turn pro at my age? Why, what's so funny about that?

  Frances Andros : My father left me 300,000.

  Marc Champselle : You lying daughter of a...

  Frances Andros : Fairly rich businessman.

  Marc Champselle : Why have you always told me he left you nothing?

  Frances Andros : Surely you can guess why.

  Marc Champselle : You didn't suspect - you couldn't possibly have suspected?

  Frances Andros : I just wanted to make sure.

  Marc Champselle : I've never been so insulted in my life!

  Frances Andros : Yes, you have.

• Frances Andros : What did you say to him?

  Marc Champselle : The right things, apparently. I'll tell them to you later, when my heart gets back some sort of rhythm. Feel it. I had a gun to face, you see. And you know me, I'm not exactly Wyatt Earp.