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"You are aware that I am not, in fact, Walter Raleigh. Pas non plus que riche. You can stop hating me for it.”
He's going to ignore that, because of course he knows who Walter Raleigh is. "You're wearing a suit that doesn't have holes in. You presumably work a blue collar job. You obviously have more money than I, and as a result, I am bitterly jealous. La haine est un mot fort, mais je doute ne vous aiment pas."
"And that is now the single greatest inconvenience of my life.”
"Sorry to be a bother, your Lordship."
"Oh, non, monsieur, but I didn’t get your name.”
"And you never will, your Lordship."
"Sir Walter Raleigh, monsieur." Accentuated with a smile.
"..."
"I changed my mind. I don't want to know you, even if you are French. Être vous voir."
"Oh, look, my hands appear to be dry. Bonne journée, monsieur.”
"Before you go, m'sieur. A name? It's difficult finding fellow Frenchmen over here, and even if they are mostly English, I like to be aqquainted with them."
Rebel Without a Cause, 1955
"Well aren’t you a fantastic detective. As am I, as it happens.”
"Bourgeois and police. Figures."
"Oh, oui. But I’m quite intrigued how you know of my morals without knowing me.”
"Your suit tells me you're nothing but a pathetic bourgeois worker. And the bourgeois never have good morals."
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends & we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
"Missing a sense of morals? That’s a new one on me. Especially from someone who looks like he’d rather be seen as a hobo than not seen at all."
"The water in my apartment is out. Not that it affects my morals. You do know what they are, oui? Your sense of right or wrong?"
“Vous avez raison. I’m missing my baguette, twirly moustache, beret and obnoxious accent. Did I miss anything?”
"Apart from a sense of morals and humour? Non. You got everything."
“Impossible d’accord," he mumbled in answer. "you’re not the only one to speak French, monsieur."
"That may be, m'sieur, but you definitely don't act like a Frenchman."
"Most people would give a shit." also not have blood on their hands.
"Merde Anglais n'ont pas de sens de l'humour," he mutters, going back to brushing his teeth.
"…"
Yes, he is going to ignore the man brushing his teeth and concentrate, instead, on washing the blood from his hands.
"You know, most people would laugh." Bahorel's brought enough blood into his apartment for him to be used to the sight of it.
Yup, he is brushing his teeth in a public bathroom.
"I’ve had blood on my hands before, it won’t bother me to have it there again.”
It was a warning.