Fouché: One thing about Paris... never dull

Fouché: You had a visitor, I see.
Charles D'Aubigny: All work and no play?
Fouché: I thought you enjoyed your work.
Charles D'Aubigny: The real pleasure of my work went out with the guillotine. It's all over too fast now. Even hanging, that lasts for a few moments. No, Citizen Fouche. What this country needs is an elegant, slow death. Give a man four hours to die, it's worth watching.
Fouché: Let's try it sometime, shall we?
Charles D'Aubigny: Anyone in particular?
Fouché: Robespierre has a beautiful long list. We're gonna have some great times together, eh, Duval?
Charles D'Aubigny: Yes, I can hardly wait.

Charles D'Aubigny: [to san Juste] You know at first glance one could almost mistake you for a human being.

Charles D'Aubigny: Can't you see I'm not lying?
Madelon: Frankly, no.

Charles D'Aubigny: Seems I remember an appointment we had four years ago. Only one of us showed up. The stupid one. Your Charles has grown up to be a smart boy, now.
Madelon: I'll be waiting.
Charles D'Aubigny: I wouldn't count the minutes.

Maximilian Robespierre: I can't decide whether to promote you or denounce you.
Fouché: Where in all Paris would you find anybody as disloyal, unscrupulous, scheming, treacherous, cunning, or deceitful as I? Oh, you'd have to do some tall looking, Max.

Maximilian Robespierre: I never shake hands. It's unsanitary.

Maximilian Robespierre: That's *my* chair you're sitting in, Fouche.
Fouché: I just wanted to see how it fits.
Maximilian Robespierre: Danton liked to sit in that chair, too.
Fouché: And to think that he had supper with us only last night. It's amazing how fast you lose friends these days.
Maximilian Robespierre: And you never know who's next on the list, Fouche.
Fouché: It must be quite a thrill, making out your death list every night.

Maximilian Robespierre: There's a man in Strasbourg who isn't afraid of anything. A man named Duval.
Fouché: Duval?
Maximilian Robespierre: You know him?
Fouché: No, but I know his record. Five hundred executions in a single month. That's almost as good as yours, Max.
Maximilian Robespierre: I've sent for Duval. He arrives at the Blue Goose Inn tonight. You go there and bring him to the bakery. I'll meet him there.
Fouché: How will I know him?
Maximilian Robespierre: As one snake to another. You'll smell each other out.

Madelon: I don't blame you for hating me.
Charles D'Aubigny: I don't like to deprive you of that satisfaction, Madelon, but I don't hate you. I just don't care anymore.