Y eso me recuerda que habría una opción aún mejor en lo que a ese tipo de hombre se refiere. M'sieu le comte d'Algou, grandísimo Melvyn Douglas, finura etérea de galán enamorado. EL diálogo. Ed incomincio a volare...
What kind of a girl are you, anyway?
Just what you see. A tiny cog in the
great wheel of evolution.
You're the most adorable cog I ever
saw in my life. Ninotchka,
let me confess something. Never did
I dream I could feel like this toward
A clock strikes.
Do you hear that?
It's twelve o'clock.
It's midnight. One half of Paris is
making love to the other half. Look
at the clock. One hand has met the
other hand. They kiss. Isn't that
That's the way a clock works. There's
nothing wonderful about it. You merely
feel you must put yourself in a
romantic mood to add to your
I can't possibly think of a better
It's false sentimentality.
to make her mood
You analyze everything out of
existence. You analyze me out of
existence. I won't let you. Love is
not so simple. Ninotchka, Ninotchka,
why do doves bill and coo? Why do
snails, coldest of all creatures,
circle interminably around each other?
Why do moths fly hundreds of miles
to find their mates? Why do flowers
open their petals? Oh, Ninotchka,
Ninotchka, surely you feel some slight
symptom of the divine passion... a
general warmth in the palms of your
hands... a strange heaviness in your
limbs... a burning of the lips that
is not thirst but a thousand times
more tantalizing, more exalting,
He pauses, waiting for the results of his speech.
You are very talkative.
That is too much for Leon. He takes her into his arms and
Was that talkative?
No, that was restful. Again.
Leon kisses her again.