A Night at the Opera

Mrs. Claypool: I've been sitting right here since 7 o'clock. Driftwood: Yes, with your back to me. When I invite a woman to dinner, I expect her to look at my face. That's the price she has to pay.

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Mrs. Claypool: Mr. Driftwood, three months ago you promised to put me into society. In all that time, you've done nothing but draw a very handsome salary. Driftwood: You think that's nothing, huh? How many men do you suppose are drawing a handsome salary nowadays? Why, you can count them on the fingers of one hand, my good woman. Mrs. Claypool: I'm not your good woman! Driftwood: Don't say that, Mrs. Claypool. I don't care what your past has been. To me, you'll always be my good woman. Because I love you. There. I didn't mean to tell you, but you...you dragged it out of me. I love you. Mrs. Claypool: It's rather difficult to believe that when I find you dining with another woman. Driftwood: That woman? Do you know why I sat with her? Because she reminded me of you. Mrs. Claypool: Really? Driftwood: Of course, that's why I'm sitting here with you. Because you remind me of you. Your eyes, your throat, your lips! Everything about you reminds me of you. Except you. How do you account for t

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Driftwood: You see that man over there eating spaghetti? Mrs. Claypool: No. Driftwood: Well you see the spaghetti, don't you?? Now, behind that spaghetti is none other than Herman Gottlieb, director of the New York Opera Company. Do you follow me? Mrs. Claypool: Yes. Driftwood: Well stop following me or I'll have you arrested!

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Lassparri: What are you doing in my costumes!? [Lassparri wacks Tomasso with a cane] Take it off at once! Do you hear!? Immediately! Lassparri: Why you... YOU!! [Lassparri shakes Tomasso and throws him] Take that off. Lassparri: Take off that dress! Do you hear!? You dumb idiot! Do as I say or I'll break your neck! Lassparri: Do you hear me!? Take off that dress! If I ever get my hands on you, you'll never hear the end of this! If you're not out of my dressing, YOU'RE FIRED!! [Lassparri whipping Tomasso] GET OUT!! GET OUT!! GET OUT!! Do you hear me!? OUT YOU GO!! And don't ever come back here again!! [Lassparri throws Tomasso out] Rosa: Don't you care. You're lucky to be rid of him. Lassparri: Oh, good evening, Rosa. Rosa: Good evening, signore. Lassparri: Tomasso, why don't you come in. I've been waiting for you.

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Gottlieb: If you pardon my saying so, Mrs. Claypool, Mr. Driftwood seems hardly the person to handle your business affairs? Driftwood: Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Well, I made it. How soon does the curtain go up? Gottlieb: The curtain, Mr. Driftwood, will go up again next season. Mrs. Claypool: You've missed the entire opera. Driftwood: Well, I only missed it by a few minutes. Then, I can go then, huh? Gottlieb: Mrs. Claypool, was I right? Isn't Lassparri the greatest tenor that ever lived? Mrs. Claypool: He's superb. What would you have to pay him? Gottlieb: What's the difference? He must sail with us tomorrow no matter how much we pay him. Why, he would be worth $1,000 a night. Driftwood: How much? Gottlieb: $1,000 a night. Driftwood: A thousand dollars a nacht? What does he do? Gottlieb: What's he do? He sings! Driftwood: And you're willing to pay him $1,000 a night just for singing? Why, you can get a phonograph record of Minnie the Moocher for 75 cents. For a buck and a quarter, y

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Lassparri: Rosa? Rosa: Yes, signore? Lassparri: My good friend Herman Gottlieb is coming back to see me. How would you like to have supper with us? Rosa: I'm terribly sorry, signor Lassparri. I already have an engagement. Lassparri: Oh, I see. [glances contemptuously at Ricardo] Well, that's too bad because I have an idea that he's going to invite me to sing in New York. And uh... He may permit me to select my leading lady. Are you sure you can't break your appointment? Rosa: [smiles and shakes her head] I'm terribly sorry, signore. Lassparri: What do you mean by humiliating me in front of all those people!? [slaps him] You're fired!! Do you understand!!? YOU'RE FIRED!! Driftwood: Hey, you big bully. What's the idea of hitting that little bully? Lassparri: Will you kindly let me handle my own affairs!? [shoves Tomasso away] GET OUT!! [To Driftwood] Now, what have you got to say to me? Driftwood: Just this: can you sleep on your stomach with such big buttons on your pajamas? [pulls one

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