- Max de Mirecourt: That little animal moves me. She's so naive.
- Coton: You must civilize her.
- Max de Mirecourt: I can't figure out how.
- Coton: Teach her to lie.
- Lucie de Mirecourt: [First lines] Repeat that!
- Max de Mirecourt: I will!
- Lucie de Mirecourt: You loafer!
- Max de Mirecourt: Stop humiliating me in public. That's it! I sleep in the other room.
- Lucie de Mirecourt: You have no talent whatever! I hate being the wife of a failure!
- Max de Mirecourt: My talent's gone because of the life you make me lead.
- Lucie de Mirecourt: It's my fault?
- Max de Mirecourt: That bunch of imbeciles with whom you associate will turn me into a blithering idiot.
- Max de Mirecourt: Where can we go, if not to the country?
- Coton: Far away, out of the reach of your wife. If you go far away, it'll teach her a lesson. Don't get upset, but she's right. You're drained.
- Max de Mirecourt: You think so?
- Lucie de Mirecourt: [Yelling from another room] Failure! Cretin!
- Max de Mirecourt: There! You hear that? Let's go among the savages. The real savages! Yes, to Africa!
- Max de Mirecourt: What's your name?
- Alwina: Alwina.
- Max de Mirecourt: Alwina?
- Alwina: Yes. Alwina.
- Max de Mirecourt: Alwina!
- Coton: It's Arabic for "small source." But she's a source of trouble!
- Max de Mirecourt: Maybe we should stay at the hotel instead of the villa.
- Coton: Hotel? You call that being among savages? A hotel?
- Max de Mirecourt: [Observing Alwina being chased threw the Tunisian streets] That's nature!
- Coton: I prefer the perfumed chicks of the Rue de la Paix.
- Max de Mirecourt: But nature smells much better!
- Coton: Manure is nature!
- Max de Mirecourt: Well? Lovely roses grow in manure.
- Coton: I always expect him to recite the pleasures of the Koran.
- Max de Mirecourt: Why do you hate him so much?
- Coton: Who knows? He reminds me of a crocodile.
- French Tourist: Smelling musk makes me lose my appetite.
- Alwina: What is musk?
- Max de Mirecourt: The smell of wild animals.
- Alwina: So, I'm a wild animal?
- Max de Mirecourt: Maybe you're wild, but you're no animal.
- Lucie's Maid: Your masseuse is here, Madame.
- Coton: Alwina? What'll we do now?
- Max de Mirecourt: All right, a novel. First, polish and educate her, then study her reactions.
- Coton: Her reactions? That's easy. Shoes will hurt her feet!
- Max de Mirecourt: Idiot!
- Coton: That's your novel? Your publisher will be delighted.
- Max de Mirecourt: The more I think of it, the more I like it.
- Coton: But there's no story!
- Max de Mirecourt: I know, but we'll create one. I'll pretend to be in love with her. We'll see. She's smart. An interracial story. It could be a contemporary novel.
- Maharajah of Datane: The Orient is admirable. Everyone lives naturally. You call us "savages". But the poorest among us has more independence than you'd imagine.
- Alwina: Why is he always near us?
- Max de Mirecourt: He's my slave.
- Alwina: I didn't know you people had slaves.
- Coton: I am a negro, my dear.
- Alwina: You? I don't like you. You're always making fun.
- Lucie de Mirecourt: For you, women are only butterflies.
- Maharajah of Datane: For us, women exist to refresh the warriors. Here, they're given greater importance.
- Lucie de Mirecourt: Luckily! Here, men exist in order to spoil us. They live entirely for us.
- Max de Mirecourt: The bastards! Those beasts! What do you think of this? And anonymous letters! My wife acts like a whore! It's obviously an affair. But they enjoy revealing it. To be splattered with all that filth when there's the sky, the palm trees, the ocean,.
- Alwina: [singing] Dreams. The wind rises from afar. The wave carries us off. Our eyes lose the beach. Our hearts beat harder. The sea responds to our efforts. And tomorrow will make us strong.
- Lucie de Mirecourt: He spoils me. That's a change! It's a different atmosphere. No more pipe-smoking writers who don't care if the smoke bothers me.
- Lucie de Mirecourt: When the Maharajah takes me out it's not like eating sauerkraut with my husband and his friends! I'm a new woman, now. I've evolved.
- Lucie de Mirecourt: A princess! He's with a black princess! And I almost regretted being courted by the Maharajah!
- Max de Mirecourt: You're charming! Remember, tonight you'll have to dazzle everyone!
- Alwina: Why pretend I'm a princess?
- Max de Mirecourt: To show up those pretentious snobs!
- Alwina: But, they'll always think I'm a wild animal.
- Max de Mirecourt: Wild animal to wild animal! Better a tigress than a frightened deer!
- Lucie de Mirecourt: I wonder who the Princess is? My husband goes out with her.
- Maharajah of Datane: He'll present her in society?
- Lucie de Mirecourt: Maybe in a circus!
- Alwina: [singing] Under the African sky, each moment seems better than anywhere else. And for us it's all desires, pleasures. In the enchanted land...
- Alwina: [singing] A voice rises in me and tells me constantly, 'You mustn't look for your dreams far from the sky of your own land." Under the African sky...
- Lucie's Friend: You should have seen that dance!
- Lucie de Mirecourt: Really?
- Lucie's Friend: A savage dance in a sailor's dive!
- Lucie de Mirecourt: Her portrait - in your house? Your Princess leads a double life. She has vulgar tastes. Away from decent people, she behaves like a slut!