Christopher Wilton: Yes, I am angry. Frankly, I'm furious. Unless you can explain where you learned to dance the rumba, I'm through.
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Anthony Halton: I found through life, the days take care of themselves. It's the evenings that are so difficult.
Maria: When the beginning is so beautiful, I wonder if the end matters.
Sir Frederick: You love Opera. I hate Opera. So, why shouldn't we go?
Christopher Wilton: Yes, I am angry. Frankly, I'm furious. Unless you can explain where you learned to dance the rhumba, I'm through.
Maria: Silly how upsetting a little thing like saying goodbye to one's husband can be.
Anthony Halton: Madame, have you ever been at the mercy of loneliness? Have you ever been a stranger in a strange city?
Anthony Halton: You'll never go out of my life. I'll never let you go.
Maria: It's true the dream is over; but, it doesn't have to be.
Maria: Complaining wives are such a bore.
Anthony Halton: The resemblance is amazing. I could have sworn it was you. You have exactly her hair. Her eyes. Her skin. Her lips.
Maria: It's the privilege of a woman not to make sense. Men that expect women to be logical are likely to be failures in love.
Anthony Halton: I found through life, the days take care of themselves. It's the evenings that are so difficult.
Maria: When the beginning is so beautiful, I wonder if the end matters.
Sir Frederick: You love Opera. I hate Opera. So, why shouldn't we go?
Christopher Wilton: Yes, I am angry. Frankly, I'm furious. Unless you can explain where you learned to dance the rhumba, I'm through.
Maria: Silly how upsetting a little thing like saying goodbye to one's husband can be.
Anthony Halton: Madame, have you ever been at the mercy of loneliness? Have you ever been a stranger in a strange city?
Anthony Halton: You'll never go out of my life. I'll never let you go.
Maria: It's true the dream is over; but, it doesn't have to be.
Maria: Complaining wives are such a bore.
Anthony Halton: The resemblance is amazing. I could have sworn it was you. You have exactly her hair. Her eyes. Her skin. Her lips.
Maria: It's the privilege of a woman not to make sense. Men that expect women to be logical are likely to be failures in love.
Maria: What's worrying you? France? Sir Frederick: No. Yugoslavia. Dear, I hope you don't mind, I... Maria: Oh, that's alright, dear. I understand. I understand perfectly.
Maria: Let me think, what could I suggest? Oh, first of all, you would like to see the Louvre Museum. Anthony Halton: The what? Maria: One of the most interesting picture galleries in the world! You've heard of the Mona Lisa? Anthony Halton: Um, yes, I , um, I believe I have. Maria: Oh, you don't care for pictures? Oh, I know, the Eiffel Tower. Anthony Halton: You mean that steel thing? Stuck up in the air?
Maria: Why do you stare at me like that? Anthony Halton: He's completely off his head. Maria: What are you talking about? Anthony Halton: Butler! He described you as hard as nails, much older and - beginning to - beginning to spread.
Anthony Halton: I must have done something very nice in my life to be so beautifully rewarded. Maria: Do you really mean that? Anthony Halton: And so much more. You're an angel.
Christopher Wilton: How's everything at Geneva? Is there going to be a war? Graham: Well, it looks as if Europe is going to have peace - at least for the next three weeks. We had rather a hard fight, you know. Twenty-one nations lined up against us. But, we won. Christopher Wilton: I hear France was making some difficulties? Graham: Well, what can you expect from the French? You realize the French delegate hasn't even a man-servant? Christopher Wilton: Appalling. Graham: But, on the other hand, the Russians were the surprise of the night. We had two Soviet delegates to dinner. You may not believe it, but, I assure you they were properly dressed. Tail coats. White ties. Christopher Wilton: Well, well, well. Maybe the Russians are going places. Graham: Oh, no, I wouldn't come to hasty conclusions. They still dunk.
Sir Frederick: You know where he met her? At this Grand Duchess' Salon. You remember the novel, "An Afternoon in Paris"? Maria: Yes. Sir Frederick: Its undoubtedly the same kind of a place.
Sir Frederick: It's always ridiculous to reason with a man in love. And I'm afraid you are a man in love. Anthony Halton: I don't know. It may be more than love or less than love. Sir Frederick: Well, man, make up your mind. What is it? Anthony Halton: It's - it's a certain feeling. It's a secret that belongs to two people - and to those two people alone.
Sir Frederick: You love opera, I hate opera, so why shouldn't we go?
Christopher Wilton: Yes, I am angry. Frankly, I'm furious. Unless you can explain where you learned to dance the rumba, I'm through.
Maria: What's worrying you? France? Sir Frederick: No. Yugoslavia. Dear, I hope you don't mind, I... Maria: Oh, that's all right, dear. I understand. I understand perfectly.
Christopher Wilton: How's everything at Geneva? Is there going to be a war? Graham: Well, it looks as if Europe is going to have peace - at least for the next three weeks. We had rather a hard fight, you know. Twenty-one nations lined up against us, but we won. Christopher Wilton: I hear France was making some difficulties? Graham: Well, what can you expect from the French? You realize the French delegate hasn't even a man-servant? Christopher Wilton: Appalling. Graham: But on the other hand, the Russians were the surprise of the night. We had two Soviet delegates to dinner. You may not believe it, but I assure you they were properly dressed - tail coats, white ties. Christopher Wilton: Well, well, well. Maybe the Russians are going places. Graham: Oh, no, I wouldn't come to hasty conclusions. They still dunk.
Anthony Halton: You'll never go out of my life; I'll never let you go.
Maria: It's true the dream is over, but it doesn't have to be.
Sir Frederick: You know where he met her? At this Grand Duchess's salon. You remember the novel, "An Afternoon in Paris"? Maria: Yes. Sir Frederick: It's undoubtedly the same kind of a place.
Anthony Halton: Cleopatra wasn't Angel. If Caesar had ever met Angel, it would have changed the history of the Roman Empire. Sir Frederick: Yes, it probably would have collapsed 200 years earlier. Anthony Halton: Well, what are 200 years in history? Twenty-five pages. But one hour with Angel... Sir Frederick: Sixty minutes. Anthony Halton: Three thousand, six hundred seconds.
