Pierre-Auguste Renoir: It's us... old people, the infirm who they should send to the front, in the mud and trenches.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir: You want to make yourself useful? Go put a necklace on her. Take the emerald one.
Jean Renoir: [approaches a posing Andree] The boss wants you to wear this.
Andrée Heuschling: No introduction first?
Jean Renoir: Forgive me.
Andrée Heuschling: You're Jean? I saw a painting of you.
Jean Renoir: I saw a painting of you, too.
Andrée Heuschling: He always makes me too fat.
Jean Renoir: He makes me look like a girl.
Andrée Heuschling: I cost ten francs.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir: I need living, breathing material. What interests me, is skin... the velvety texture of a young girl's skin.
Jean Renoir: If you told me what you wanted...
Pierre-Auguste Renoir: You can't explain a painting, you have to feel it. Go see Titian's courtesans at the Louvre. If those don't make you want to caress them, then you've understood nothing at all.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir: Where are you going?
Jean Renoir: To the Louvre!
Andrée Heuschling: I'm not spending my life with a plate painter.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir: Titian would have worshiped her. I'd give my right arm for her tits.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir: You can't explain a painting, you have to feel it.