41 Amélie Quotes (2024) #2

Amélie

Amélie: I am nobody's little weasel.

Amélie

Joseph: Cram it, failure!
Hipolito, The Writer: Failed writer, failed life... I love the word "fail." Failure is human destiny.
Joseph: It's gasbag time!
Hipolito, The Writer: Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, a long rehearsal for a show that will never play.
Joseph: I bet he

stole that.
Hipolito, The Writer: I do have some original ideas, but people always steal them.
Hipolito, The Writer: Same as your women.
Joseph: Meaning?
Hipolito, The Writer: You'd better get used to it.

Amélie

Gina: Absence makes...
Nino Quincampoix: ...the heart grow fonder.

Amélie

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: Luck is like the Tour de France. You wait, and it flashes past you. You have to catch it while you can.

Amélie

Narrator: Amelie has one friend, Blubber. Alas the home environment has made Blubber suicidal.
[Pet fish leaps out of fish bowl in an attempt at suicide]

Amélie

Amélie Poulain: She doesn't relate to other people. She was always a lonely child.

Amélie

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: So that's the one, there, the guy who raises his hand?
Amélie: Yes.
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: Is she in love with him?
Amélie: Yes.
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: The time has come for her to take some real risks.
Amélie:

Well yes, she's thinking about it. She's thinking of a stratagem.
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: Yes, she likes stratagems, doesn't she?
Amélie: Yes.
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: She's a bit of a coward. That's why I have trouble with her eyes.

Amélie

Old Man at the Two Windmills: Still, true love does exist.
Suzanne, Owner Two Windmills bar: I know. After 30 years behind a bar, I'm an expert. I'll even give you the recipe. Take two regulars, mix them together and let them stew. It never fails.

Amélie

Amélie: It's better to help people than garden gnomes.

Amélie

[last lines]
Narrator: September 28th, 1997. It is exactly 11am. At the funfair, near the ghost train, the marshmallow twister is twisting. Meanwhile, on a bench in Villette Square, Félix Lerbier learns there are more links in his brain than atoms in the universe. Meanwhile, at the Sacré Coeur, the nuns are practising their backhand. The temperature is 24°C, humidity

70%, atmospheric pressure 990 millibars.

Amélie

Narrator: Philoméne likes the sound of the cat's bowl on the tiles. The cat likes overhearing children's stories.

Amélie

Narrator: With a prompter in every cellar window whispering comebacks, shy people would have the last laugh.

Amélie

Joseph: You're gorgeous when you blush. Like a wild flower.
Georgette: [shaking head] It's my dyspepsia.

Amélie

Narrator: For Bretodeau, that little box brought back a lot of memories - Federico Bahamontes winning the '59 Tour de France, and of course, the tragic day when he won all the marbles at playtime
The Teacher: [Bretodeau tries to put all his marbles away before the Teacher sees him] Bretodeau!
[approaches him and gets his ear]
The

Teacher: You know the pinch, Bretodeau!

Amélie

[screaming, after Amélie spills tea on her]
Georgette: Bravo! Vive la France! You scalded me! Bravo! Ten out of ten! Ten out of ten! Bull's eye!

Amélie

Mr. Collignon: [whispering to Amelie] Bre-to-deau. But if I say it, it won't count. I'm senile.
Mrs. Collignon: Ignore him. He's senile. See what he's done to my laurel? His old job was punching metro tickets. Now he gets up every night to punch holes in my laurel!
Mr. Collignon: We all need a way to relax.

Amélie

Joseph: [to Hipolito] Cram it, failure!

Amélie

[Lucien is efficiently serving customers at the grocery while Collignon is absent]
Madeleine Wallace: Where's the owner?
Lucien: Shhh! Sleeping in the cauliflower!