- La mère d'Yves: Where's your brother?
- Yves: We were taking pictures at the blockhouse. He'll be here soon.
- La mère d'Yves: I don't give a damn about your blockhouses. Leaving me all alone, that's not nice. I don't feel like I'm planning a wedding, I feel like I'm planning D-Day.
- La mariée: Let's suppose that God exists and that today, because He's fed up with wars and all that, He decides to attend a beautiful wedding. Imagine He's there. Everyone knows that God knows everything, right? Well, He's bound to see that I'm pregnant, that neither I nor André believe in Him, and that if I'm there it's just because I had the frivolity to wear a beautiful white dress. Don't laugh, it's shit. If anything, we're cursed for generations.
- Yves: Yeah, yeah, you're right.
- La mariée: Oh! Now I'm preoccupied.
- Yves: Are you getting married for love?
- La mariée: Of course. Ah yes, that's right, I hadn't thought of that.
- Yves: Well then, no problem!
- La mariée: Why's that?
- Yves: Because God is love.
- La mariée: Ah yes, that's right, I hadn't thought of that.