Lydia Tár: Don't be so eager to be offended. The narcissism of small differences leads to the most boring kind of conformity.
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Lydia Tár: Don't be so eager to be offended. The narcissism of small differences leads to the most boring kind of conformity.
Lydia Tár: Unfortunately, the architect of your soul appears to be social media.
Lydia Tár: It is always the question that involves the listener, it's never the answer.
Lydia Tár: There's no glory for a robot, Eliot. Do your own thing!
Lydia Tár: It is always the question that involves the listener, never the answer.
Max: As a biopic pangender, I have difficulty connecting with Bach.
Lydia Tár: It's my score! You fucking, little nothing!
Max: As a BIPOC pangender, I have difficulty connecting with Bach.
Adam Gopnik: The last thing I need is to be buttonholed in here by someone exactly like me.
Lydia Tár: She wasn't One of Us. We have to forget her.
Lydia Tár, Petra: All the birds of the air fell to a-sobbing WHEN THEY HEARD THE BELL TOLL FOR POOR COCK-ROBIN!
Lydia Tár: I WARN YOU, TO PROTECT YOUR ORCHESTRA...
Lydia Tár: If you tell another Adult about this Conversation, they will not believe you. Because I am an Adult.
Eliot Kaplan: The last thing I need is to be buttonholed in here by someone exactly like me.
Eleanor: I'm worried about Petra, she's disappearing into herself.
Eleanor: We should make more of an effort to find friends for her. It must be hard living with two old ladies like us.
Lydia Tár: For a start, this happened in a no-tech zone.
Lydia Tár: Or like Lucy listening to Schroeder.
Lydia Tár: She was fixated on me. She sent me weird gifts, she vandalized my Wikipedia page...
Lydia Tár: We fought, he ran, what's to tell?
Lydia Tár: Misogomy! It's the hatred of marriage...
Sharon Goodnow: I'm worried about Petra. She's starting to disappear into herself.
Lydia Tár: Misogamy! It's the hatred of marriage.
Lydia Tár: Don't call on me the next time you're trying to drag yourself to the Podium.
Masseuse: Just choose one from the Fishbowl.
Lydia Tár: Don't be so eager to be offended. The narcissism of small differences leads to *the* most boring conformity.
Lydia Tár: It is always the question that involves the listener, it's never the answer.
Lydia Tár: Unfortunately, the architect of your soul appears to be social media.
Lydia Tár: There's no glory for a robot, Eliot. Do your own thing!
Lydia Tár: It's my score! You fucking, little nothing!
Lydia Tár: She wasn't one of us. We have to forget her.
Lydia Tár: I WARN YOU, TO PROTECT YOUR ORCHESTRA...
Lydia Tár, Petra: All the birds of the air fell to a-sobbing WHEN THEY HEARD THE BELL TOLL FOR POOR COCK-ROBIN!
Lydia Tár: If you tell another adult about this conversation, they will not believe you. Because I am an adult.
Lydia Tár: Misogamy! It's the hatred of marriage.
Max: As a BIPOC pangender, I have difficulty connecting with Bach.
Lydia Tár: For a start, this happened in a no-tech zone.
Lydia Tár: She was fixated on me. She sent me weird gifts, she vandalized my Wikipedia page...
Lydia Tár: We fought, he ran, what's to tell?
Eliot Kaplan: The last thing I need is to be buttonholed in here by someone exactly like me.
Sharon Goodnow: I'm worried about Petra. She's starting to disappear into herself.
Lydia Tár:
Francesca Lentini: Rat on Rat.
Lydia Tár: Or like Lucy listening to Schroeder.
Lydia Tár: Don't call on me the next time you're trying to drag yourself to the Podium.
Masseuse: Just choose one from the Fishbowl.
Sharon Goodnow: Slow down, or let me out!
Lydia Tár: I WARN YOU, TO PROTECT YOUR ORCHESTRA...
Olga Metkina: You have a child? Lydia Tár: Yes. Olga Metkina: I will never do that! Lydia Tár: Pets are best for some people.
SMS 1: see what I see SMS 2: placido domingos room SMS 1: she thinks she is being ironic
Andris Davis: How's the writing going? Lydia Tár: Ah, I never know how to answer that question. Makes it sound like a physical act. Like, "how's the shitting going?" Andris Davis: Okay. How's the thinking going?
Eliot Kaplan: I'm sorry to say this is likely the last time we'll see each other. Lydia Tár: Well, now I can buy my own plane tickets. And you can bother someone to try and teach you to crawl to the podium.
