I don't know what you want. You told Grandmamma... I know what I told your grandmother. We...

Gigi: I don't know what you want. You told Grandmamma... Gaston Lachaille: I know what I told your grandmother. We don't have to repeat it. Just tell me simply what you don't want... and tell me what you do want. Gigi: Do you mean that? Gaston Lachaille: Of course. Gigi: You told Grandmamma that you wanted to take care of me. Gaston Lachaille: To take care of you beautifully. Gigi: Beautifully. That is, if I like it. They've pounded into my head I'm backward for my age... but I know what all this means. To "take care of me beautifully" means I shall go away with you... and that I shall sleep in your bed. Gaston Lachaille: Please, Gigi, I beg of you! You embarrass me! Gigi: You weren't embarrassed to talk to Grandmamma about it. And Grandmamma wasn't embarrassed to talk to me about it. But I know more than she told me. To "take care of me" means that I shall have my photograph in the papers. That I shall go to the Riviera, to the races at Deauville. And when we fight, it will be in all the columns the next day. And then you'd give me up, as you did with Inèz des Cèvennes. Gaston Lachaille: Who's been filling your head with all these old stories? How do you know about that? Gigi: Why shouldn't I know? You're world famous. I know about the woman who stole from you, the Contessa who wanted to shoot you, the American who wanted to marry you. I know what everybody knows. Gaston Lachaille: These aren't the things we have to talk about together! That's all in the past, over and done with! Gigi: Yes, Gaston. Until it begins again.