These are the most bigoted galleries in New York

These galleries show no more than 10% women artists or none at all

The Small Theses, also called The Triumph of the Virgin and Jubilee of the Virgin

Kssssse! Pédro....Ksssse! Ksssse! Miguel! (These two cowards never really harm each other)

Listen carefully! If you are being asked for arabic Racahout to fatten all kinds of sultanas (women in a harem), for arabian Nafé for suckling children of all ages, for oriental Kaiffa to cure gastritis or corns, for Theobrome against vomiting, for Amandine, Indostane, Osman-Iglou, Paraguay-Roux, Criosote, Chocolat of Salep, Hypocras, white mustard to treat black moods, tooth ache and overweight, or Giant Cabbage seed, you will find it all in this bag, make no mistake!! You can sell it as a powder, ointment, solution or pellets, as you see fit. - Damnit! What kind of pellets are these anyway? - They are fool's pellets of the highest quality. - Splendid, splendid!

Weights and measures. - Unheard of, Madame Gavin! What are all these inventions? I buy myself a dress and they talk to me of meters, thermometers, barometers..... Can you imagine! - And look at me, the grocer instead of 4 ounces of butter suddenly mumbles about grams, Filigrams and Programs!

Where are we going, where are we going? We are walking on a volcano. Below us is the wreckage of revolution. The wheels of State are foundering because of the torrents of all these evil passions.

(The President impatiently): To the facts, Maître Barbotteau, the facts! (Me. Barbotteau): To the facts... fact is that there is a child... the factually responsible for this fact, negates the fact. Voilà, these are the facts!

Just keep on screaming you mastiff, go on bawling until you are hoarse and let it be over with.... wasn't able to close an eye all night because of this brat. May the devil take these children... that's it for me!

Lion's share. Calm yourselves, gentlemen. We've a hundred louis, eighty of them belong to me, eighteen to Mr. Le Comte de St. Bertrand, that leaves two for the fifteen of you... It's strange, these eternal complaints!! Really, it's just not possible to make such a mistake!... What the devil, gentlemen, we're all honest men, sort things out between yourselves, share the two louis between you, let’s not make a scandal!

Robert Macaire at the restaurant. - My God!... By the most appalling error my friend and I forgot to take some money this morning... As you don't have the honor of knowing us, may I offer you as collateral for the 6 francs, 25 centimes we owe you these ten shares of the newspaper La Presse, or perhaps my friend's hat. - I would really prefer your friend's hat!