Hotel Paradiso (1966)

Alec Guinness: Benedict Boniface

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Quotes 

• Benedict Boniface : I'll show you what a man should be. Strong, tender and terrible in his passion.

  Marcelle Cot : Well, Monsieur Boniface! You may be rather plain, but you certainly have a way with women!

• M. Martin : But, then when it rains ca ca... ca ca... ca ca...

  Benedict Boniface : Cabbages?

  M. Martin : No, ca cats and dogs, immediately my little imp... my little imp...

  Benedict Boniface : Your little imp?

  M. Martin : My little imp impediment comes on.

  Angelique Boniface : How very peculiar.

  Benedict Boniface : [mumbles to himself as he turns away]  A walking barometer.

• Angelique Boniface : Circulars for hotels! Disgraceful! Sending out such things.

  Benedict Boniface : Hotels?

  Angelique Boniface : It ought to be prohibited! Listen to this, "Sleep in security at the Hotel Paradiso. Recommended to people who are married, together or separately"

  Benedict Boniface : Together or separately?

• Marcelle Cot : We'd better hurry! We must both be back home by midnight. Supposing your wife gets back tonight? Her sister may be better.

  Benedict Boniface : Let's hope not.

• Angelique Boniface : And what about my dress? How do you like it?

  Benedict Boniface : You would look desirable in any dress. And even more desirable - out of it!

  Angelique Boniface : Oh! Monsieur Boniface! It's a new one!

  Benedict Boniface : Oh, who cares about the dress? Does one even glance at the box which contains the bonbon?

• Angelique Boniface : Come now, Benedict, pull yourself together! The champagne must have gone to your head!

  Benedict Boniface : Oh! I don't care what's gone to my head! It's you, it's the dinner, the champagne, the cigar. I want you, I tell you. I tell you, I want you!

• Angelique Boniface : This morning, when they saw that I was feeling a little better, they fixed me up with a sort of vegetable cart, and trundled me back home. And here I am.

  Benedict Boniface : How dreadful!

• Marcelle Cot : A blackamoor!

  Benedict Boniface : No, no! It's me, Benedict!

• Marcelle Cot : Oh, Boniface, Boniface! What's to become of us?

  Benedict Boniface : Oh, come now, courage, courage! What a timid little rabbit! What a frightened little pussy!

• Benedict Boniface : Come with me! You Lucrezia Borgia, you! You!