Monthly Archives: January 2016
Ayanda: Mama, why have you stopped dreaming?
Dorothy: I stopped dreaming when I realized it was pointless.
Ayanda: Pointless? Really? Pointless how?
Dorothy: I had you and Lenaka.
Dorothy: I was on my own, I had to cope. Ayanda. . .the garage, the accident. . .there was no space for dreams, just survival.
Ayanda: Fine. Then make space now.
Guido: What is this sudden happiness that makes me tremble, that gives me strength and life? Forgive me, sweet creatures. I didn’t understand. I didn’t know. How right it is to accept you, love you. And how simple. Luisa, I feel like I’ve been set free. Everything seems so good, so meaningful. Everything is true. I wish I could explain, but I don’t know how. Now everything’s all confused once again, like it was before. But this confusion is me, as I am, not as I’d like to be. I’m no longer afraid of telling the truth about what I don’t know, what I’m looking for, what I haven’t found. Only this way do I feel alive. Only this way can I look into your faithful eyes without shame. Life is a celebration. Let’s live it together. That’s all l can say, Luisa, to you or the others. Accept me for what I am, if you can. it’s the only way we might find each other.
Doralee: So, you’ve been tellin’ everybody I’ve been sleepin’ with ya, huh? Well that explains it! That’s why these people treat me like some dime-store floozy. They think I’m screwin’ the boss! Ohh, and you just love it, don’t you? It gives you some sort of cheap thrill like knockin’ over pencils and pickin’ up papers! Get your scummy hands offa me! Look I’ve been straight with you since the first day I got here, and I’ve put up with all of your pinchin’ and starin’ and chasin’ me around the desk because I need this job. But this is the last straw! Look, I’ve got a gun out there in my purse. Up until now I’ve been forgivin’ and forgettin’ because of the way I was brought up, but I’ll tell you one thing. If you ever say another word about me or make another indecent proposal, I’m gonna get that gun of mine, and I’m gonna change you from a rooster to a hen with one shot! And don’t think I can’t do it.
Aggie Hunter: Don’t worry for me. I’m here if you need me. I can’t help my own nature. If I love you it’s something I can’t help, and something that I need. People are what they are and love what they love, and I don’t see any sense in trying to be something else. I wouldn’t trade it for a box at the opera, the thing I feel for you. And you can’t change it or take it away from me. And there you are mister jack in the box.
Eve: How can you’ve lived for so long and still not get it? This self-obsession is a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing! . . . You have been pretty lucky in love though, if I may say so.
Valerie: There must be a God, because you’re the Devil.
Cesaire: And you’re the Devil’s daughter.
Hassert Seide: Here we have the iron maiden. Otherwise known as the German Statue of Liberty.
Richard Myles: I’m surprised to hear a German say that.
Hassert Seide: I’m an Austrian.
Richard Myles: Isn’t that very much the same thing nowadays?
Hassert Seide: Is that the English view?
Frances Myles: We’re not English. We’re American.
Hassert Seide: Isn’t that very much the same thing nowadays?
Nina: I love you.
Jamie: I love you.
Nina: I really love you.
Jamie: I really, truly love you.
Nina: I really, truly, madly love you.
Jamie: I really, truly, madly, deeply love you.
Nina: I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately love you.
Jamie: I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably love you.
Nina: I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably, umm. . .deliciously love you.
Jamie: I really, truly, madly, passionately, remarkably, deliciously. . .juicily love you.
Nina: Deeply! Deeply! You passed on deeply, which was your word, which means you couldn’t have meant it! So you’re a fraud, that’s it! You’re probably a figment of my imagination. . .Juicily?
Michel: If you really love someone, you want more for them than you want for yourself. Do you understand?
Bathsheba Everdene: It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in a language chiefly made by men to express theirs.