A whore today, a whore forever.

— I hate to point out the obvious, but you are a hooker. You are my employee.
— You don't own me. I decide. I say who, I say when, I say who!

— But I can understand. I also had your age and did stupid things.
— You, too? You were a whore?

We're young and it's — it's good to live. Even the life I'm leading! Though, God knows, it — I've heard them call it the easiest way. I wonder where they thought up that little phrase? I know one thing. It couldn't have been a woman... I suppose you think I'm dirt...

I pay you so I can imagine a life I chose to forego in the pursuit of my career.

— Your girlfriend's very pretty.
— She ain't my girlfriend. She's a prostitute I just picked up.
— Oh. Didn't know there were any prostitutes in Bruges.
— Just have to look in the right places. Brothels are good.
— Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.
— Thank you.

— But, Desgrez, in your opinion, can the Marquise suffer the same fate?
— I fear the Bey cannot distinguish between a French marquise and a French streetwalker.