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[Trying to explain why she can't pass for a man
: Men have Adam's apples. Toddy
: So do some women. Victoria
: Name one. Toddy
: Nana Lanu. Victoria
: Nana Lanu, who's she? Toddy
: The last woman I slept with. Victoria
: When was that? Toddy
: The night before the morning I decided to become a homosexual.
: How long have you been a homosexual? Toddy
: How long have you been a soprano? Victoria
: Since I was 12. Toddy
: I was a late bloomer.
: I don't care if you are a man.
: I'm... not a man. King Marchand
: I still don't care.
: You know, pretending to be a man does have its disadvantages.
[Victoria goes into the bathroom, leaving Toddy alone in bed
] My dear Count, you just said a cotton pickin' mouthful.
[Victoria is crying & Toddy is holding her
: God, there'd been times I'd given my soul to cry like that. Victoria
] I hate it! Toddy
: You wouldn't if you couldn't do it anymore.
[Victoria's audition has been rejected
: In spite of what you think, Monsieur Labisse, there are professions where practice *does* make perfect.
[she hits a high note, causing Labisse's wine glass to shatter, and leaves angrily
: What in hell was that? Toddy
: B flat.
[the manager is pressing a starving Victoria for her rent
] Manager of Victoria's hotel
: You promised to pay me on Tuesday, then on Wednesday, then on Thursday... Victoria
: [pointing at his bib
] What's that? Manager of Victoria's hotel
[Victoria runs a finger over a food stain and tastes it
: Spaghetti? Manager of Victoria's hotel
: Uh, yes, with meatballs. Victoria
: I'll sleep with you for a meatball. Manager of Victoria's hotel
: [taken aback
] You would? Victoria
: Oh, missed your chance.
: Oh, what happened? Manager of Victoria's hotel
: You made a certain offer to me which I could not refuse, and then you pretended to faint. Victoria
: Don't be ridiculous, I never *pretend* to faint...
[the manager begins half carrying Victoria to her bed
: What are you doing? Manager of Victoria's hotel
: I am, uh, helping you to stand up! Victoria
: That's funny, I thought I *was* standing up! Manager of Victoria's hotel
: Maybe you'd like to lie down! Victoria
: You're confusing me!
: Could I see the wine list? Waiter
: We have a white 1934, we have a red 1934. Last week we had some Rosee, but we're using it in the salad.
: You know, it's very strange. At the club, I thought you were just about at the end of your rope. Victoria
: Oh, I was. I am! This is the first decent meal I've had in almost four days. Toddy
: And you can't pay for it? Victoria
: [makes breaking motion with hands
] Caseé! Toddy
] And you want me to have dinner with you? Victoria
: I want you to have the best damn dinner you ever had. Have two! I started off with the roast chicken and I segued to boeuf bourguignon. It's anybody's guess what I could end up with. Toddy
: Oh, I'd guess about thirty days. Victoria
: If all goes well, I expect to leave here poor, but sated. I have a... a bug in my purse. At the appropriate moment, it goes in my salad. Toddy
: It'll never work. Victoria
: A bug in my salad? Toddy
: In a place like this, it would be an event if there WASN'T a bug in your salad. Victoria
: What about a... cockroach? Toddy
] A cockroach! Victoria
: Shhh! Bigger than your thumb! Toddy
: Ew, God!
: The bourguignon was just a little tough. Waiter
: Maybe the way you are eating your jaws are getting tired. Toddy
: Speaking of overworked jaws, why don't you treat yours to a sabbatical and fetch me a wine list? Victoria
: [holding up a glass
] This is all they have. Toddy
: This? The last time I saw a specimen like this, they had to shoot the horse! Waiter
] How lucky can you get? In one evening a Rockefeller... and a Groucho Marx. Toddy
: Oh, they didn't shoot a real horse... just a costume with two waiters in it. Waiter
: I shall think of a sharp retort while I am getting your roast chicken. Toddy
: It's a wise man who knows when to throw in the towel. Waiter
: And it is a moron who gives advice to a horse's arse.
: I was the leading soprano for the Bath Touring Light Opera Company... Toddy
: You're very athletic for a soprano. Victoria
: That's because I had three brothers. Toddy
: Oh, I know what you mean. I grew up with two older sisters.
: I just find it hard to believe that you're a man. Victoria
: Because you found me attractive as a woman? King Marchand
: Yes, as a matter of fact. Victoria
: That happens frequently. King Marchand
: Not to me. Victoria
: Just proves the old adage: "There's a first time for everything." King Marchand
: I don't think so. Victoria
: But you're not a hundred per cent sure? King Marchand
: Practically. Victoria
: Ah, but to a man like you, someone who believes he could never, under any circumstances find another man attractive, the margin between "practically" and "for sure" must be as wide as the Grand Canyon.
: If you were a man, I'd knock your block off. Victoria
: And prove that *you're* a man? King Marchand
: That's a woman's argument.
: Your problem, Mr. Marchand, is that you're preoccupied with stereotypes. I think it's as simple as you're one kind of man, I'm another. King Marchand
: And what kind are you? Victoria
: One that doesn't have to prove it. To myself, or anyone.
: Let me ask you a question. Toddy
: You want to know if I'm a homosexual. Victoria
: No. I want to know if you're a hypochondriac.
: You were going to trade your virtue for a meatball! Victoria
: Well, I was out of my mind with hunger at the time, and at least it was something for something.
: All I want is a nice hot bath. Toddy
: Oh, I had one once. You'll love it.
: I know this is going to sound crazy, but I don't know if I'm even gonna be able to *sleep*, I'm so tired. Toddy
: I'll get you a cognac. Victoria
: That'll help me sleep? Toddy
: No, but it makes staying awake a hell of a lot more fun.
: Well it's probably for the best. King Marchand
: That's as bad as "love is a two-way street." Victoria
: What it lacks in originality it makes up for in prophecy.