Grand Hotel

Baron: Oh, you're a little stenographess? Flaemmchen: Yes, I'm a little stenographess. Baron: Fascinating. I don't suppose you'd, uh, take some dictation from me sometime, would you?

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Grusinskaya: Who are you? Baron: Someone who could love you, that's all. Someone who's forgotten everything else but you. Grusinskaya: You could love me? Baron: I've never seen anything in my life as beautiful as you are.

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Grusinskaya: Can you imagine a hundred girls in the ballet school, each thinking she would become the most famous dancer in all the world? I was ambitious then. We were drilled like little soldiers. No rest, no stopping. I was little, slim, but hard as a diamond. Then I became famous and - But why am I telling you all this? Last night, I didn't know you at all. Who are you, really? Baron: What? Grusinskaya: I don't even know your name. Baron: [laughs] I am Felix Benvenuto Freihern von Geigern. My mother called me "Flix". Grusinskaya: [joyously] No! Flix! Oh, that's sweet. And how do you live? And what kind of a person are you? Baron: I'm a prodigal son, the black sheep of a white flock. I shall die on the gallows.

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Baron: You're so beautiful. It tore my heart to see you in despair like that...Please don't cry any more...I'd no idea you were so beautiful. I'd like to take you in my arms, and not let anything happen to you, ever...I've never seen anything in my life as beautiful as you are.... Grusinskaya: [getting up] You must go now. Baron: I'm not going. You know I'm not going. Oh, please let me stay. Grusinskaya: But I want to be alone. Baron: That isn't true. You don't want to be alone. You were in despair just now. I can't leave you now. You, you musn't cry any more. You must forget. Let me stay just for a little while. Ah, please let me stay. Grusinskaya: For just a minute, then.

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Otto Kringelein: Mr. Preysing, I am not taking orders from you here. Preysing: What is this insolence? Please go away. Kringelein: You think you have free license to be insulting? Believe me, you have not. You think you're superior, but you're quite an ordinary man. Even if you did marry money, and people like me have got to slave for you for 320 marks a month! Preysing: Will you go away, please! You are annoying! Flaemmchen: Mr. Preysing, please! Kringelein: You don't like to see me enjoying myself. When a man's working himself to death, that's what he's paid for. You don't care if a man can live on his wages or not. Preysing: You have a very regular scale of wages, and there's the sick fund for you. Kringelein: [sarcastically] Oh, what a scale, and what a fund. When I was sick for four weeks, you wrote me a letter, telling me I'd be discharged if I was sick any longer. Did you write me that letter, or did you not? Preysing: I have no idea of the letters that I write, Mr. Kringelein.

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Baron: [looking down from the sixth-floor balcony over the front desk] You know, I've often wondered what'd happen to that old porter if somebody jumped on him from here. Flaemmchen: I'm sure I don't know. Why don't you try it and find out?

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