Philippe: My true disability is not having to be in a wheel chair. It's having to be without her.

Driss: Where do you find a paraplegic?

Philippe: I don't know.

Driss: Where you leave him.

Philippe: Tell me Driss, why do you think people are interested in art?

Driss: I don't know, it's a business?

Philippe: No. That's because it's the only thing one leaves behind

Philippe: [Driss shaves Fran├žois beard turning into a weird mustache] Oh, it's awful.

[moments later, it's turned into a old-fashioned mustache]

Philippe: I look like my grandpa.

Driss: Okay. Let me shave the rest off.

Philippe: [Fran├žois now has a Hitler mustache] No, come on.

Driss: That's not funny, no?

Philippe: Don't you mean "nein"?

[does a German gibberish, they both laugh later on]

Driss: 100 euros says I can lose them.

Philippe: You're on.

Driss: [after listening to classical music] We listened to your classics. Now it's time to listen to mine.

[plays Earth Wind & Fire]

Philippe: Hope well and have well.

Driss: I'm not going in there, even you! I'm not gonna lead you in the back like a horse.

[Orchestra plays next symphony]

Driss: Oh I know this one. Everyone know it. Of course.


Driss: You have reached the Paris unemployment agency. All our lines are currently busy. The estimated waiting time is two years.

[repeated line]

Driss: She got the hots for me.

Driss: It's not about being ready. I do not do that. I don't empty a stranger's butt. I don't even empty a friend's butt. I usually don't empty butts. It's a matter of principles.

[Orchestra plays next symphony]

Driss: Isn't it Tom and Jerry?

Philippe: [resisting to laugh] Tom and Jerry. What a rascal. Help.

Driss: So if you have red ears, it means you're turned on?

Philippe: That's it. Sometimes I even wake up with hard lobes.

[Both laugh]

Driss: Both of them?

[They laugh even harder]

Driss: Guys from the north drink so much, they're all beating their ladies. She'll see there's no risk with you.

[Philippe chuckles]

Driss: Can't the motivation sign for you?

Philippe: No no no, Magalie can't do that.

Driss: It's a shame. She could have dropped in her number as well.

[first lines]

Driss: [while driving] Outta the way.

Philippe: [teasing] What's the matter, you're dealing with the stockings, you have a cute little earring, I think it's coherent.

Driss: Easy on the sass, alright.

[Philippe laughs]

[while Driss is shaving Philippe, the razor near his jugular]

Philippe: A quick cut would settle it.

Driss: You're in great shape. I love it.

[repeated line]

Elisa: Leave me alone.

Driss: What a seducer! He's epistoling like a boss.