Mathieu:  You, go to the corner.
Very well, now that you know me a little better a small clarification is needed. At this very moment, one of your friends is in solitary confinement, for nothing. Except for, I may not seem like it, but you can’t put one over me.
I know the culprit and I give him 15 seconds to give himself up. I’m waiting. Too bad for you, less than 5 seconds. Too late. Le Querrec? Who is Le Querrec?
Le Querrec: Me sir.
Mathieu: Easy-peasy! So, it was you who hurt Mr. Maxence.
Le Querrec: But no sir, it is not me.
Mathieu: I do not question, I affirm.
Le Querrec: But I didn’t do anything.
Mathieu: Yes, between your word and mine, the headmaster will know to make a distinction.
Ah, during my absence, I would like someone serious to monitor the class.
If I believe in my infallible instinct, that “someone serious” must be Mr. Morhange.
The whole class: *laughter*
Mathieu: Come on! Come on! Come on! Who is Mr. Morhange?
Morhange: Uhh, me sir.
Mathieu: So you are the little angel. Go to the board. You will keep an eye on the class during my absenc

Teacher: Last question. The last. How did Maréchal Ney die? I'm waiting.
Student: While hunting?
Teacher: Zero.
Teacher: You must write for me 100 times for tomorrow that Maréchal Ney was shot. Leave.
Teacher: Boniface. Approach, my little man. Boniface! Here, as a reward for your composition. Give this to Madame Marie so that she will give you a cookie. Did you know that Maréchal Ney had been shot?
Boniface: Yes, sir! Like Napoléon.
Teacher: You can go.
Teacher: One moment, Mr. Morange. I saw that you were taking notes during my class. Knowing you, I must admit that I'm surprised to see you applying yourself. Bring me your notebook.

-Hello Madame
-Hello
-I’m the new disciplinarian.
-I’m Pierre Morange’s mother.
-Clement Mathieu
-I know this is not my visitation day but at this moment.
-No no it’s not that.
-Is he being punished again? 
-Ah no no, he is not being punished but he is not here. 
-Why’s that
-It’s because about an hour ago, they took him to the dentist because he has a toothache. 
-A Toothache?
-Yes a toothache, but it’s not bad. He’ll be back tonight. 
-I wouldn’t be able to wait for him. I am working at 5:00. Can I leave something for him?
-Yes, of course!
Her name is Violette, Violette Morange. A single mother losing hope with her son’s attitude. Finally an introverted thief, expelled from the public school for numerous disturbing acts.  When against the will of his mother, He was placed in “Fond de l’Étang” and she stated to the judge.  “At least He would have a hot meal for lunch and dinner.”

V: Beautiful?
C: You have nothing to do with the other mothers who see their kids.
V: I live alone, that’s it?
C: Me, too.
V: You don’t have any children.
C: No -- I mean, I have sixty of them. But they -- when you come it’s -- it’s the woman who they all dream to have, I mean to say the mother who they all dream of so much. For Pierre you are not a dream, you are his mother. Like all children they don’t like to share. It is absolutely urgent to get him out of this boarding school where he wastes his time and find him a school of music.
V: I would like him to learn a trade.
C: But music is a real trade as long as you have a solid education. He could go back to school at the conservatory of Lyon. I will follow him so he doesn't pick up bad habits; even there we can find bad professors.
V: And after?
C: After, he will become what he has to become. Only we cannot do anything. Pierre is an exception and I swear that I will do everything to make him flourish, but I need you too.
V: I understand, thank you.

Mathieu- Violette thanked me for what I was doing for her son. She wanted to talk to me about it in private, and to notify me of something very important. Meeting at the Café de la place. The 20th at 16:00 hours.
M- I wrote to the curator of Lyon. I know him a little. He kindly replied to me that he would be delighted to audition Pierre. With your permission. He would do anything for him to get a scholarship.
Violette- On that side I think things will be simpler from now on.
M- Oh, really?
V- Yes, since I've met you...finally my life has...how to say...
M- Turned around?
V- Yes! ha, Thanks to you.
M- I could not imagine.
V- Me either! I did not believe it anymore. Look... I'm getting carried away too fast.
M- Ah, no. You can trust me.
V- It's true that you've brought me luck.
M- Luck?
V- I've met someone. He's an engineer from Lyon actually. I met him at a café, he's working in the area for the construction of a bridge..............You okay?
M- Fine...It's a great chance for you and for Pierre.
V- I do not want it. I have to fly. It would be nice if the three of us could have lunch one of these days. You will talk to him about Pierre. Would you like to?
M- Why not?
V- Goodbye.