Charade

Peter: Oh, forgive me. [indicating Jean-Louis, the son of Reggie's friend] Does he belong to you? Reggie: [indicating Sylvie]: It's hers. Where'd you find him, robbing a bank? Peter: He was throwing snowballs at Baron Rothschild. [pause] We don't know each other, do we? Reggie: Why? Do you think we're going to? Peter: I don't know -- how would I know? Reggie: Because I already know an awful lot of people; until one of them dies, I couldn't possibly meet anyone else. Reggie: Quitter! Reggie: You give up awfully easy, don't you? Sylvie: Viens, Jean-Louis, let us make a walk. I have never seen a Rothschild before. Reggie: You're blocking my view. Reggie: The one you're blocking. This is the last chance I have -- I'm flying back to Paris this afternoon. What's your name? Peter: Peter Joshua. Reggie: Oh, mine's Regina Lampert. Peter: Is there a Mr. Lampert? Reggie: Yes. Peter: Good for you. Reggie: No, it isn't. I'm getting a divorce. Peter: Please, not on my account. Reggie: No, you see, I

Charade (1963 film), CC BY-SA 4.0

Reggie: Do you know what's wrong with you? Peter: No, what? Reggie: Nothing!

Charade (1963 film), CC BY-SA 4.0