Fanfan la tulipe (1952)

You cowardly gents! I hope you're proud of yourselves.

— Stupid and tedious... That's what I think of all this.
— Who do you think you're talking to?
— You, Sergeant.
— I'll break you in. I had three horses killed under me.
— Alas, the best always go first.

— What are you staring at?
— Are you really going to grow a mustache?
— I thought about it. Why?
— He has! Tranche-Montagne, I love you! She was right.
— Who?
— I saw a fortune-teller.
— The competition?
— She's a real one.
— And you believed her?
— I believe in cards, horoscopes, tarot, the stars, palmistry, God, the Blessed Virgin.

— Where will you place your right flank?
— On the left.
— On the left. A charming idea. And the left flank on the right.
— No, Sire, at the center. And the center on the right, as it should be.
— A clever deployment.
— We must stump the enemy.

— Don't leave me. I can't go on living without you.
— It was predicted you'd live, and happily. Farewell. Forget me. Fanfan will have lived like a rose. The brief life of a tulip.

— To your health, my widow!
— Don't drink so much. You lose your wits.
— If you don't like it, go cry on my grave.