I Was an Adventuress (1940)
Countess Tanya Vronsky: I'm Countess Vronsky. I've heard some of the stories you've been spreading about me, Signor Rosselli
[slaps his face]
Countess Tanya Vronsky: I warn you against repeating any more of this malicious gossip
Herr Protz: [startled] I am not Signor Rosselli!
Countess Tanya Vronsky: You're not Signor Rosselli?
Herr Protz: No. I've never even heard of him.
Countess Tanya Vronsky: Oh. I've made a terrible mistake
Herr Protz: Oh, that's alright.
Countess Tanya Vronsky: I don't know what to say
Herr Protz: Say nothing, Countess.
Herr Protz: Even being slapped by such a beautiful woman is an event.
Countess Tanya Vronsky: I only wish there was some way I could make amends.
Herr Protz: There is
[kisses here hand]
Herr Protz: You could dine with me
Countess Tanya Vronsky: But we haven't met yet, Signor...
Herr Protz: Oh, er, permit me to introduce myself. I am Herr Protz.
Countess Tanya Vronsky: Herr Protz.
[they start to walk together]
Herr Protz: Tell me, Countess, is this your first visit to Venice?
Countess Tanya Vronsky: Oh, no. I've been here many times
Herr Protz: You like it?
Countess Tanya Vronsky: I love it!
[they walk past Andre Desormeaux and Polo]
Polo: What a ravishing woman!
Andre Desormeaux: Like a bouquet of spring flowers...
[they grin at each other]
Countess Tanya Vronsky: I'm Countess Vronsky. I've heard the malicious gossip you've been spreading about me, Monsieur Duval
[slaps his face]
Countess Tanya Vronsky: I've warned you...
Paul Vernay: [grabs her arm] Just a minute. You've made a slight mistake... you see I'm not Monsieur Duval.
Countess Tanya Vronsky: You're not Monsieur Duval?
Paul Vernay: No. I'm not.
Countess Tanya Vronsky: Oh, I'm terribly sorry
Paul Vernay: I wish I were... so I could slap you right back!
Countess Tanya Vronsky: I said I was sorry, Monsieur. I will do anything to make amends.
Paul Vernay: Very well, then please stay out of my sight.
Countess Tanya Vronsky: You are being insufferably rude
Paul Vernay: It's a pleasure!
[she slaps him]
Paul Vernay: [he slaps her back]
Andre Desormeaux: [already seated outside café as Polo sits down]
[Looking intently at Polo's feet]
Andre Desormeaux: No luck huh? You have tramped all over Paris from the Port de la Villette to Montrouge and found no trace of her.
Polo: Yes, that's right. Oh, I've covered all the ballet schools. But how did you know?
Andre Desormeaux: Your feet! Those ugly, tired peasant feet. They tell me the story. You see, I studied hands and feet. I can read them like you can read a book... if you could read.
Polo: Oh, but I can read.
Andre Desormeaux: Of course, you can. You can read words but you can't read between them. Now, for instance
[gestures towards the feet of a passing woman]
Andre Desormeaux: To you, those are just a woman's feet. But I can tell you she's a vendeuse in one of the department stores; stood on her feet all day but she's not tired now. She's going to meet her sweetheart on some corner...
Andre Desormeaux: [indicating another woman] Woman with the bunions...
Andre Desormeaux: She has given up hope of meeting anyone.
Andre Desormeaux: [indicating a passing man] Tan Brogans... American tourist. Big corn on the left little toe... See?