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Uma senhora só se agride com uma flor...



Margaret: Well, you can't have spent much time in Soho where I lived.

John Wilson (Clint Eastwood): Why do you say that, dear?

Margaret: I though the people there were horrid. There are an awful lot of Jews in that neighbourhood.

Mr Verrill: Mrs Mac Gregor.

Margaret: Margaret.

Verrill:I must warn you, I'm a Jew.

Margaret: No!

Verrill: I am

Margaret: No!

Verrill: Yes.

Margaret: you are pulling my leg.

Verrill: No, I?m not pulling your leg, Margaret, I'm a Jew.

Margaret: I know I shouldn't say this, but I thought Hitler was absolutely right.



Clint: Now, the mans as just got through warning

Margaret: you're not going tell me that you're Jewish too?

Clint: No. Absolutely not, that would be lie, and I wouldn?t want to lie you to you ever. I would like to tell you a story, a little story, though.

Margaret: I love stories.

Clint: You mustn't interrupt now, because you're to beautiful to interrupt people. When I was in London in the earl's 40s...I was dining one evening at the Savoy with a rather select group of people and sitting next to me was a very beautiful lady, much like yourself.

Margaret: Now you're pulling my leg.

Clint: Now, just listen, dear. We were dining and the bombs were falling, we were all talking about Hitler and comparing him to Napoleon, and we were all being really brilliant. And then, suddenly, this beautiful lady, she spoke up and said that was the thing she didn't mind about Hitler was the way he was treating the Jews. Well, we all started arguing with her, of course though, mind you, no one at the table was Jewish. But she persisted.
Are you listening, honey?

Margaret: Mustn't interrupt Daddy.

Clint: that's right. You're way too beautiful for that.
Anyway, she went on to say that that's her way, she would kill them all. We all sat there in silence. Than finely, I leaned over to her and I said, "Madam, I have dined with some of the ugliest goddamn bitches in my time and I have dined with some of the goddamn best ugly bitches in this world. But you, my dear, are the ugliest bitch of them all!".
Anyway, she got up to leave and she tripped over a chair and fell on the floor. And we all just sat there. No one raised a hand to help her. And finally when she picked herself up, I said to her one more time: "you, my dear, are the ugliest goddamn bitch I have ever dined width".



Well, you know what happened?
The very next day, she reported me to the American Embassy and they brought me in for reprimand. And then, when they investigated it they found on that she was a German agent and they locked her up.



Isn't that amazing?


Margaret: Why did you tell me that story?

Clint: I don't know. It wasn't because I thought you were a German agent, honey. But I was tempted tonight to say the very same thing to you. I didn't want you to think I had never said it before. You madam, are the --- well, you know the rest.
Care for some Champagne, honey?



Clint Eastwood, White Hunter Black Heart.

posted by zazie on 03:03


 
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