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[On a melting iceberg
: You better keep it to yourself. Fate
: Oh, of course I'll keep it to myself.
: Until the water reaches my lower lip, and then I'm going to mention it to *somebody*!
[on the iceberg
: You're wasting your time! Leslie
: Perhaps. Fate
: We're melting! Leslie
: Slowly. Max
: We're gonna sink! Leslie
: Eventually. Fate
: Then you're wasting your time!
Baron von Stuppe
: Well, Mr. Leslie. I had expected to see you again, but... eh... Not with a sword in your hand. Are you partial to the foil? Leslie
: Not particularly. It happened to be convenient. Baron von Stuppe
: I presume you know how to use one. Leslie
: I hope that won't be necessary. Baron von Stuppe
: I'm sure you do. Leslie
: Will you release Ms. Dubois and the others? Baron von Stuppe
: No... Leslie
: I'm afraid this will be necessary. Baron von Stuppe
: You're being very foolish, Mr. Leslie. Leslie
: That's an assumption, Baron. You make me the victim even before we start! Baron von Stuppe
] It's your life... Leslie
: [gestures with sword
] You're assuming again.
: Are you a native of Borracho? Lily Olay
: I ain't no native, I was born here!
: Minutes have made the difference in survival, Miss DuBois.
: You cheated! Cheated! I hate you! I refuse to accept! I won't win any way but my way! You've ruined my reputation, do you hear? You I hate! You and your hair that's always combed, your suit that's always white, your car that's always clean! I refuse to accept! I challenge you to another race!
: Get off my hood! Professor Fate
: Another race!
[Leslie encounters Maggie stranded in the desert
: I'm offering you a lift.
[Maggie ignores him
: Or would you prefer an engraved invitation? Maggie DuBois
: I might consider an apology. Leslie
: An apology? For what? It's twenty miles back to Borracho, you'd never make it. Maggie DuBois
: Well, that's your fault. Leslie
: MY fault?
: And because I consider myself sexually free and morally emancipated, I am still a responsible, discriminating woman who does not intend to jump into bed with the first wavy-haired, muscle-bound, egocentric male who thinks he can seduce me by agreeing with some of the things I believe in. Leslie
: I only wanted to kiss you! Maggie DuBois
: Why? Leslie
: Because I love you, that's why! Maggie DuBois
: Ha! Leslie
: You don't believe me, huh? Maggie DuBois
: I do not!
[Leslie stops the car, inches from the finish line
] Maggie DuBois
: What are you doing? Leslie
: Proving that I love you. Maggie DuBois
: But you'll lose the race! Leslie
: Can you think of a better way to prove it?
[Leslie kisses Maggie
: It's been my experience, General, that there is little advantage to winning if one wins too easily. Prince Hapnik
: Rah! Oh oh, rah! Oh rah! Oh rah ah ah! What do you think of that, General? General
: An admirable point of view, for anyone but a soldier. In my profession, to win is imperative. To win easily is a blessing.
: It's just that you bear an uncanny resemblance to someone we both know. Prince Hapnick
: Someone who looks like me? Leslie
: Yes, sir. Prince Hapnick
: [laughing, then comes silent pause
] Poor fellow.
: You lost. Leslie
: Only the race.
: I was once on an anthropological expedition to study the Kwakiutl Indians. In the winter, one Kwakiutl Indian in a blanket froze, but two Kwakiutl Indians in the same blanket... Maggie DuBois
: Yes...? Leslie
: ...Were warmer.