Last Tango in Paris

Jeanne: I fell in love with him when I first heard him play piano. Paul: You mean the first time he got inside your knickers. Jeanne: He was a child prodigy; he was playing with both hands. Paul: I bet he was!

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Jeanne: Why do you hate women? Paul: Because either they always pretend to know who I am, or they pretend I don't know who they are, and that's very boring.

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Jeanne: Let's drink a toast to our life in the hotel. Paul: No fuck all that! Hey listen! Let's drink a toast to our life in the country. Jeanne: You're a nature lover? You didn't tell me that. Paul: Oh, for Christ's sake... I'm nature boy. Can't you see me with the cows and the chickenshit all over me? Huh? Jeanne: Oh, that's right. To the cows! Paul: Cow. Jeanne: I will be your cow too. Paul: I get to milk you twice a day. How about that?

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Jeanne: What are we doing here? Paul: Let's just say we're taking a flying fuck at a rolling donut.

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Paul: You ran through Africa and Asia and Indonesia, and now I found you... and I love you. I want to know your name. Jeanne: Jeanne. [she shoots him]

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