Adèle Haenel credited as playing...
Héloïse
- Héloïse: I feel something new.
- Marianne: What?
- Héloïse: Regret.
- Marianne: Don't regret. Remember. I'll remember when you fell asleep in the kitchen.
- Héloïse: I'll remember your dark look when I beat you at cards.
- Marianne: I'll remember the first time you laughed.
- Héloïse: You took your time being funny.
- Marianne: That's true. I wasted time.
- Héloïse: I wasted time too. I'll remember the first time I wanted to kiss you.
- Marianne: When was that?
- Héloïse: You didn't notice?
- Marianne: At the feast around the bonfire.
- Héloïse: I wanted to, yes. But that wasn't the first time.
- Marianne: Tell me.
- Héloïse: No, you tell me.
- Marianne: When you asked if I had known love. I could tell the answer was yes. And that it was now.
- Héloïse: I remember.
- Héloïse: They were nearing the surface, approaching the threshold, when, fearing losing Eurydice and impatient to see her, her loving spouse turned.
- Sophie: No, he can't look at her for fear of losing her. That's no reason. He was told not to do that.
- Héloïse: He's madly in love. He can't resist.
- Marianne: I think Sophie has a point. He could resist. His reasons aren't serious. Perhaps he makes a choice.
- Sophie: What choice?
- Marianne: He chooses the memory of her. That's why he turns. He doesn't make the lover's choice, but the poet's.
- Héloïse: She spoke a last farewell that scarcely reached his ears and fell back into the abyss. Perhaps she was the one who said, Turn around.
- Marianne: You're saying nothing?
- Héloïse: Is that me?
- Marianne: Yes.
- Héloïse: Is that how you see me?
- Marianne: It's not only me.
- Héloïse: What do you mean, not only you?
- Marianne: There are rules, conventions, ideas.
- Héloïse: You mean there's no life? No presence?
- Marianne: Your presence is made up of fleeting moments that may lack truth.
- Héloïse: Not everything is fleeting. Some feelings are deep. The fact it isn't close to me, that I can understand. But I find it sad it isn't close to you.
- Marianne: How do you know it isn't close to me? I didn't know you were an art critic.
- Héloïse: I didn't know you were a painter.
- Héloïse: This time, I like it.
- Marianne: Perhaps because I know you better.
- Héloïse: Perhaps I've changed.
- Marianne: Perhaps.
- Héloïse: You didn't destroy the last one for me. You did it for you.
- Marianne: I'd like to destroy this one too.
- Héloïse: Why?
- Marianne: Through it, I give you to another.
- Héloïse: It's terrible. Now you possess me a little, you bear me a grudge.
- Marianne: I don't.
- Héloïse: You do. You know you do. You're not on my side now. You blame me for what comes next. My marriage. You don't support me.
- Marianne: You're right.
- Héloïse: Go on. Say what burdens your heart. I believed you braver.
- Marianne: I believed you braver too.
- Héloïse: That's it then. You find me docile. Worse... You imagine I'm collusive. You imagine my pleasure.
- Marianne: It's a way of avoiding hope.
- Héloïse: Imagine me happy or unhappy if that reassures you. But do not imagine me guilty. You'd prefer me to resist.
- Marianne: Yes.
- Héloïse: Are you asking me to? Answer me.
- Marianne: No.
- Marianne: I can't make you smile. I feel I do it and then it vanishes.
- Héloïse: Anger always comes to the fore.
- Marianne: Definitely with you. I didn't mean to hurt you.
- Héloïse: You haven't hurt me.
- Marianne: I have, I can tell. When you're moved, you do this with your hand.
- Héloïse: Really?
- Marianne: Yes. And when you're embarrassed, you bite your lips. And when you're annoyed, you don't blink.
- Héloïse: You know it all.
- Marianne: Forgive me, I'd hate to be in your place.
- Héloïse: We're in the same place. Exactly the same place. Come here. Come. Step closer. Look. If you look at me, who do I look at? When you don't know what to say, you touch your forehead. When you lose control, you raise your eyebrows. And when you're troubled, you breathe through your mouth.
- Héloïse: It's a life that has advantages. There's a library. You can sing or hear music. And equality is a pleasant feeling.