Danton: Don't yell at me.
Saint-Just: I am not yelling! I am raising my voice to convey my passion for the subject!
Danton: Desmoulins's crying, we should go comfort him.
Robespierre: How do I do that?
Danton: Start with hugs.
Robespierre: With what?
Saint-Just: I have met some of the most insufferable people.
Saint-Just: But they have also met me.
Robespierre: What if I pour coffee into my cereal instead of milk?
Eleonore, taking the coffee pot as she walks by: What if you don't?
Marat, lounging on the couch: Love is dead and never existed. All it did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
Desmoulins: Are you alright?
Marat: Simone stole my cookies.
Robespierre: You make me so angry so fast, Danton. It's remarkable.
Danton: I only said two words.
Robespierre: Yet here I am, boiling with rage.
Desmoulins: And what do we say when we feel like this?
Robespierre: It be like that sometimes.
Desmoulins: No-
Saint-Just: Hey, Maxime, you look beautiful today.
Robespierre: Oh, thank you! I-
Saint-Just: April fools!
Robespierre: Oh.
Saint-Just: You look beautiful every day.
Robespierre, softly: Oh!
Saint-Just: So, if that happened, what do we do?
Danton: Well, I've read that-
Saint-Just: No, you haven't.
Danton: What?
Saint-Just: I refuse to believe that you can read.
Marat: Can we talk? One ten to another?
Danton: I'm an eleven, but continue.
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The Blood of Paris - Short Stories, Incorrect Quotes, and Characters
Historical FictionShort stories about, funny anecdotes from, and descriptions of some of the major players in my (hopefully) to-be book, "The Blood of Paris".
