Man on bench: Avec le popcorn, pigeon. Avec!

Pepé: Ah, my darling. How beautiful you are. How lonesome it has been that I have without you.

Pepé: Ah, ze sweet nothings. Ah, ze sweet somethings.

Pepé: Where are you, my Stutz Bearcat of love? All over I am looking someplace for you.

Pepé: Yoo-hoo, rabbit. Sortez-vous, sortez-vous, wherever you—are? (is hit with hammer)

Pepé: (Dizzy from being hit) Oh, the one in the middle may remain. The rest of you, another day.

Pepé: Au revoir, pigeon. Sweeting is such part sorrow.