Keep your hands off her! I found her, I taught her what she needed to know about the trade... She's mine!
In the evening – when Montmartre is at its worst for the pleasure of the tourists.
Be careful, Monsieur – that you are not seduced by a pretty face.
– He doesn't know how to make a living any other way. He only steals from the rich.
– This is an excuse every thief makes.
– How can you hide away, while others voluntarily want to give their lives for their fatherland? Old men and boys – even strangers – want to die for you, and meanwhile you crawl like snails into your shells! Are all the Wolves of Montmartre cowards? Is there no one who dares to go into battle with me?
– Let the madmen who have a fatherland fight! You have no fatherland – you are pariahs!
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