Quotes and Lyrics by Daft Punk

A room within a room
A door behind a door
Touch, where do you lead?
I need something more

I didn't want to be the one to forget
I thought of everything I'd never regret
A little time with you is all that I get

Like the legend of the phoenix
All ends with beginnings
What keeps the planet spinning
The force from the beginning

So you're single? In Paris? Now I'm even more jealous. I mean, your life is croissants and sex.

I make the most money, I think, in Russia and Paris, for the people of those countries are so willing to be amused, so eager to see something new and out of the ordinary.

If Paris is a city of lights, Sydney is the city of fireworks.

An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.

Quagmire: "You got to help me. I'm looking for a little boy with red overalls and a yellow shirt."
French Man: "You are looking to buy or to rent?"
Quagmire: "What? No! God! How is Paris considered a classy city?"
French Man: "The buildings are beautiful, the people are trash."

Do you realize this city is laid out in circles? Like they deliberately designed it to confuse us.

Paris seems like a big city, but it's really just a small town.

Of course, I love Paris. And the food is so delicious. The fashion, so chic. The lights, so magical. But the people, so mean.

It's Paris. Everyone's serious about dinner.

You haven't done Paris right until you've had at least one wildly inappropriate affair.

What's the name of that famous museum in Paris? The Louvre? I went through that place in 20 minutes.

The Parisian has his amus*ments as regularly as his meals, the theatre, music, the dance, a walk in the Tuilleries, a refection in the cafe, to which ladies resort as commonly as the other sex. Perpetual business, perpetual labor, is a thing of which he seems to have no idea.

I think Paris smells not just sweet but melancholy and curious, sometimes sad but always enticing and seductive. She's a city for the all senses, for artists and writers and musicians and dreamers, for fantasies, for long walks and wine and lovers and, yes, for mysteries.

Look at London or Paris: they're both filthy. You don't get that in Tokyo. The proud residents look after their city.

When God feels bored, he opens a window and observes the boulevards of Paris.

One of Paris' amenities is that you can be born here, live here, die here without anyone even noticing.

Paris means walking.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving oneself is still considered art.

We don't need to worry
'Cause when we fall, we know how to land
Don't need to talk the talk, just walk the walk tonight
'Cause we don't need permission to dance

Don't you think we got another season
That come after spring?
I wanna be your summer
I wanna be your wave
Treat me like a comma
I'll take you to a new phrase

And I know there's no makin' this right, this right
And I know there's no changing your mind, your mind
But we both found each other tonight, tonight
So if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time

Waste it on me, waste it on me

She was sayin', "Come get me"
So I got up and followed her to the floor
She said, "Baby, let's go"
When I told her, I said
Yeah, yeah

'Cause I, I, I'm in the stars tonight
So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight
Shinin' through the city with a little funk and soul
So I'ma light it up like dynamite