American journalist:
If you were to give advice to a woman, what would it be?
Edith Piaf:
Love.
American journalist:
To a young girl?
Edith Piaf:
Love.
American journalist:
To a child?
Edith Piaf:
Love.
Edith Piaf:
[
to Marcel] You are my champion. I want you to be mine for life. Nothing existed before you. It's all gone.
[
kisses him]
Edith Piaf:
Stay with me.
Edith Piaf:
In three months... that's right, in April, I'll be a hit at the Olympic. With a full house, we'll be flush.
Louise:
Edith, your liver cells are not functioning normally. You've been ill. You need rest. It's serious.
Edith Piaf:
I'm just 44. I'm not in the tomb yet.
Mômone:
I could have been Edith Piaf. There's more to life than songs.
Raymond Asso:
You're an immense artist!
Edith Piaf:
I'm wearing high heels.
Edith Piaf:
Americans want beauties, not me. I'm not the Parisian bombshell they expected. Can you see me as a chorus girl? Where's my feather up the ass? They think I'm sad, they're dumb. I don't connect to them.
Edith Piaf:
I can't? Then what's the point of being Edith Piaf?
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