Ninotchka

Title card: This picture takes place in Paris in those wonderful days when a siren was a brunette and not an alarm --- and if a Frenchman turned out the light, it was not on account of an air raid! Hotel manager: [to Kopalski, Iranoff, and Buljanoff] The apartment may suit your convenience but I doubt that it will fit your convictions.

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Swana: It's really a wretched morning, wretched. I can't get myself right. I wanted to look mellow and I look brittle. My face doesn't compose well - it's all highlights. How can I dim myself down, Leon? Suggest something. Oh, I'm so bored with this face. I wish I had someone else's face. Who's face would you have if you had your choice? Oh well, I guess one gets the face one deserves. Leon: There's one marvelous advantage to your conversation, Swana. However many questions you ask, you never expect an answer.

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Mercier: [examining the jewels] Very good, superb, excellent, it would be foolish to belittle the quality of the merchandise but your terms are impossible. My counter offer is the absolute maximum...We're undertaking this deal only because of the prestige involved. And frankly, we're expected to take a loss. Iranoff: [scoffing] Capitalistic methods. Buljanoff: They accumulate millions by taking loss after loss.

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Ninotchka: Why should you carry other people's bags? Porter: Well, that's my business, Madame. Ninotchka: That's no business. That's social injustice. Porter: That depends on the tip.

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Ninotchka: [seeing the large size of her room] Which part of the room is mine?...If I stay here a week, I will cost the Russian people seven cows. Who am I to cost the Russian people seven cows?... [She loyally places a picture of Lenin on the desk] I'm ashamed to put the picture of Lenin in a room like this. Iranoff: Do you want to be alone, comrade? Ninotchka: No.

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Ninotchka: [on a street corner] How long must we wait here? Leon: Well, uh, until the policeman blows his whistle again. Ninotchka: At what intervals does he whistle? Leon: What? Ninotchka: How many minutes between the first and second whistle? Leon: You know that's very funny. I never thought of that before. Ninotchka: You've never been caught in a similar situation? Leon: Yes, I have, now that I've come to think about it. It's staggering. Good heavens. If I add it all up, I must have spent years waiting for signals. Imagine, an important part of my life wasted between whistles. Ninotchka: In other words, you don't know. Leon: No. Ninotchka: Thank you. Leon: You're welcome.

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