Sawdust and Tinsel (1953)
Albert Johansson: Want to know what I think? I think you went to see him because you're as sick of the circus and me as I am of the circus and you.
Anne: Stop laughing like that!
Albert Johansson: We're all stuck, Anne. Stuck like hell.
Frost: I had a dream this afternoon while I slept off the booze. I dreamt that Alma came to me and said, "Poor Frost, you look tired and sad. Wouldn't you like to rest a while?" "Yes," I said. "I'll make you small as a little unborn child," she said. "You can climb into my womb and sleep in peace." So I did as she said and crept inside her womb and I slept there so soundly and peacefully, rocked to sleep as if in a cradle. Then I got smaller and smaller, until at last I was just a tiny seed, and then I was gone.
Boy: The captain sends his greetings.
Frost: The captain has the honor of presenting me with... what?
Boy: Your wife Alma...
Frost: My wife Alma - go on.
Boy: ...is swimming naked with the regiment!
Albert Johansson: In America, circus folk ride through town, while bands play and the elephants trumpet. Everyone puts on their biggest smile and people line the streets and cheer. A booming voice announces the show for that evening.
Albert Johansson: Anyway, our luck has to change.
Anne: You think so?
Albert Johansson: Of course. Some circus owners are colossally rich, with houses, diamonds, and automobiles, or whatever they're called. Of course, that's in America.
Anne: What's wrong?
Albert Johansson: Wrong? Nothing.
Anne: You seem nervous.
Albert Johansson: Me? Not at all. Remember: I'll do the talking. You sit there quietly with your most charming smile. Sjuberg's very fond of pretty girls. Breathe deeply to show off your bosom and show him your legs if he asks. Don't worry - I'll be there. If he gets fresh, I'll slug him.
Albert Johansson: Why do you insult me?
Mr. Sjuberg: Why? Because we belong to the same riffraff, the same wretched pack, and because you put up with my insults. No, don't hit me. You live in caravans. We stay in filthy hotels. We make art. You make artifice. The lowest of us would spit on the best of you. Why? You only risk your lives. We risk our pride. I think you look ridiculous and overdressed, and your little lady would look better without her finery. If you dared, you'd think us even sillier, with our shabby elegance, our painted faces, our pretentious speech. So why shouldn't I insult you?
Blom: A lady and gentleman to see you, sir. I told them...
Mr. Sjuberg: Tell them to go to hell! No, wait. Bring them here.
Frans: You've driven me half mad, out of my senses. Will you marry me? You can't go off with that old ass! Do you share his bed? Do you whisper sweet nothings in his ear? Come with me. You must. Torture me no more. I love you. I want you now. Come, before I take you by force right in front of your ridiculous circus director!
Anne: What play is that from? Don't be ridiculous, snorting like a bull! I'm not your cow! Save it for your pale, flat-chested actresses who swoon if you look in their direction!
Anne: You're too pretty, you poor thing. You might just as well be a girl. Know what I think? You've never satisfied a woman.
Frans: Be careful what you say, you little ass.
Agda: Don't you realize how grateful I am?
Albert Johansson: What?
Agda: That's right - grateful. When you left me, I finally found peace. My life was my own again. No more of that dreadful circus that I always loathed and feared. All those people shouting and swearing, always begin on the road, that world of misery, lice, disease. No, my dear, I'm happy now. And grateful.
Agda: First it was infatuation. Then it was love. But when you left me, all that died practically overnight. It was very strange.
Albert Johansson: You're so clear-headed. I'm always in a muddle.
Albert Johansson: It's so quiet here. It's always the same, summer and winter.
Agda: Yes, it's a quiet street.
Albert Johansson: Year in and year out - everything stands still.
Agda: For me it's fulfillment.
Albert Johansson: For me it's emptiness.
Anne: I want to leave the circus. You're laughing at me.
Frans: I think you're beautiful. That's why I'm smiling.
Anne: You don't have to marry me. Just look after me.
Frans: You smell of stables, cheap perfume and sweat. But I'll lick you clean like a dog.
Anne: Do I really smell of sweat?
Frans: I was only teasing.
Anne: It's true. My perfume isn't very nice.
Frans: Use some of mine.
Anne: I can't help it if my dress smells of manure. Everything in our wagon does.
Agda: You talk so much
Albert Johansson: And you say nothing.
Agda: What do you want me to say?
Albert Johansson: That I can stay.
Agda: No, you can't stay.
Albert Johansson: Is there someone else?
Agda: What would that matter? I'm not the type to spend my life alone, but no one's going to take away my freedom or peace of mind. You hear? No one.
Lill-Albert - Albert and Agda's Youngest Son: Mother, there's an old man with a barrel organ and a monkey that does tricks for a nickel.
Agda: That's too much. A nickel is a lot of money.
Albert Johansson: It's a pity people must live on this earth. It's a pity! They're all so frightened. So frightened.
Albert Johansson: What a life! Look at life all around us! I love it!