The Train 1964 quotes, page 2

Col. Franz von Waldheim

Labiche! Here's your prize, Labiche. Some of the greatest paintings in the world. Does it please you, Labiche? You feel a sense of excitement at just being near them? A painting means as much to you as a string of pearls to an ape. You won by sheer luck. You stopped me without knowing what you were doing or why. You are nothing, Labiche. A lump of flesh. The paintings are mine. They always will be. Beauty belongs to the man who can appreciate it. They will always belong to me, or a man like me. Now, this minute, you couldn't tell me why you did what you did.

Papa Boule

Don't just slap the oil on anywhere, damn it! Look where the hell you're putting it. This machine was running before you were born. She's like a woman. If you don't treat her just the right way, she'll make your life miserable. Take this. Do it right, for God's sake!

Christine

Labiche, Labiche. Yes, I've seen Labiche. I see him every day. And General de Gaulle too. They're my best customers and I keep them cool in the wine cellar.

Christine

Men are such fools. Men want to be heroes and their widows mourn.

Papa Boule

Remember, a grease job is not a bath.

Paul Labiche

There were over a hundred involved in stopping that train. Switchmen, brakemen, yard gangs, stationmasters. God knows how many will be shot, like Jacques. You know what's on that train? Paintings. That's right, paintings. Art. The national heritage. The pride of France. Crazy, isn't it?

Mlle. Villard

They must not even be damaged. They could never be replaced. They're not just... Here, I have the list. Renoirs, Cezannes, 64 Picassos, 29 Braques. Degas, Matisse. He chose very carefully. Only the best. The national heritage.

Col. Franz von Waldheim

This is degenerate art, you know. As a loyal officer of the Third Reich, I should detest it. I've often wondered at the curious conceit that would attempt to determine tastes and ideas by decree.

Paul Labiche

Well, hurry it up. We're working on a locomotive, not a pocketwatch.

Paul Labiche

You crazy bastard.