#1 Madame de Volanges: Cecile! Martine! Martine: Yes, Madame? Madame de Volanges: Where is Cecile? Martine: [nervously] Cecile? She's... she has... Madame de Volanges: Where is she? Have you been at your post all night? Martine: Yes, madame. Madame de Volanges: Has anyone come in? Martine: No, Madame. Madame de Volanges: Martine. Martine: [fearfully] Yes, Madame? Madame de Volanges: Did she go and see that music teacher? Martine: [hysterically] I don't know, Madame. She doesn't talk to me anymore. She only talks to Madame de Merteuil now. [Volanges leaves, but Martine continues] And she... she... [she finally collapses unconcious]
#2 Valmont: You are confusing bets and marriages, madame. One must always honor a bet.
#3 Mertuil: Valmont, you disappoint me. That's what's keeping you here. Tell me, are you really falling in love? Valmont: Does that make you jealous? Mertuil: Not really.
#4 Cecile: We will only write this time, won't we?
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