- [last lines]
- [in French, using English subtitles]
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': Why?
- Antoine: I'm sorry I'm leaving. I'd like to be with you.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': You are. I think my fear is gone. I think I'm happy.
- Antoine: Nudity should be for everyone, like summer.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': What does that mean?
- Antoine: Nakedness is simplicity itself. Love, birth, the dawn, the sun, the beach, all that.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': Have you ever been in love?
- Antoine: Often, but never as deeply as I wanted. Girls just like to be loved. They're afraid to give themselves, to lose something. The love by halves. Their bodies are playthings, not their lives. So I stop halfway too. Excuse me for saying all this.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': No, you're right.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': [inner voice] Wait, pretty butterfly. Ugliness is a kind of death. As long as I'm beautiful, I'm even more alive than the others.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': I'm afraid of everything - birds, storms, lifts, needles - and now, this great fear of death...
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': He's so ugly!
- Plumitif (the lyricist): "Ugliness is beauty. Beauty is ugliness." Shakespeare.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': My name is Florence. I'm called Cléo, short for Cleopatra.
- Antoine: What a name! Florence. It conjures up thoughts of Italy, the Renaissance, Botticelli, a rose. Cleopatra! Egypt, the Sphinx, the asp, a tigress. I prefer Florence.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': [inner voice] My unchanging doll's face, this ridiculous hat. I can't see my own fears. I always think everyone's looking at me, but I only look at myself. It wears me out.
- Antoine: Nudity moves me. Striptease is moving as well as sexy.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': You're often moved, then.
- Antoine: Not often. Nudity is rare.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': You don't mind posing?
- Dorothée: No, why?
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': I'd feel so exposed, afraid they'd find a fault.
- Dorothée: Nonsense! My body makes me happy, not proud. They're looking at more than just me. A shape, an idea. It's as if I wasn't there. Like I was asleep. And I'm paid for it.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': I saw a man piercing his arm. It made me feel sick. what a day. I feel out of it.
- Bob, the Pianist, Plumitif (the lyricist): [singing] He plays the cello beautifully, You play the piano well, But I play games with all the boys, And really give them hell, The black and white notes play as you tinkle the keys,
- Bob, the Pianist, Plumitif (the lyricist), Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': But all the boys just shout for joy, When I wiggle my hips, When I wiggle my hips,
- Bob, the Pianist, Plumitif (the lyricist): He strums a banjo joyfully, You're a genius on the flute,
- Bob, the Pianist, Plumitif (the lyricist), Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': But all the males just stand and stare, if I start getting cute...
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': [singing] Beauty wasted, Cold and naked, How can my body dream, Without you, Without you...
- La conductrice du taxi: Can I put on the radio?
- Angèle: Of course.
- Radio Announcer: ...a new whiskey shampoo for American women. Whiskey revitalizes the hair.
- The Lover: I just came to kiss you.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': Always in a hurry. The time's over, lover.
- The Lover: I thought you loved me. It upsets me to see so little of you. My Cleopatra.
- Bob, the Pianist: "The Girl Who Lies"
- [singing]
- Bob, the Pianist: I lied to you, dear, I knew who you were, Your disguise made me smile, And your bank account turned me on, The lady's man was just paying, For me, the liar, I seduced you...
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': Streets should have living people's names. Piaf Street, Bardot Boulevard, Aznavour Avenue. They could change the names when they die.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': Music!
- [singing]
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': My precious and capricious body, The azure of my daring eyes, My alluring figure is the bait, That will never deceive, Everyone longs to taste, The flavor of my lovely lips.
- Dorothée: What did José say?
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': He doesn't know. I don't see much of him.
- Dorothée: Don't you talk to him in bed?
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': No. He seldom sleeps at my place. He's very busy.
- Dorothée: I thought he adored you.
- Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': He does.
- Dorothée: Love's all you need to confide.
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