- Mouchette: [singing] Hope! Hope is dead, Three days, Columbus said to them, Pointing to the vast sky ahead, That stretched beyond the horizon...
- Undertaker: I love the dead. I understand them. At your age, they frightened me. Now I talk to them, and they answer me with a murmur, a sigh. And you, Mouchette, do you ever think about death? Are you asleep? Your heart's asleep. Don't wake it too fast. You have time enough.
- Mouchette: You disgusting old thing.
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- Mouchette's Mother: What will become of them without me? I can feel it in my breast. It's like a stone inside.
- Undertaker: Before Our Lord, they used fragrant herbs to embalm the dead. Now they don't even wash them. The priest says the dead are in heaven. I won't argue, but I have my own ideas. People used to worship the dead. They were gods. That must have been true religion.
- Mouchette's Mother: Get the gin by the cellar door. It's hidden under the empty sacks. If I die, I'll die without pain.