Linus Larrabee:
Why're you looking at me that way?
Sabrina Fairchild:
All night long I've had the most terrible impulse to do something.
Linus Larrabee:
Oh, never resist an impulse, Sabrina, especially if it's terrible.
Sabrina Fairchild:
I'm gonna do it.
[reaching out and turning down the brim of Linus' Homburg]
Sabrina Fairchild:
There!
Linus Larrabee:
What's that for?
Sabrina Fairchild:
We can't have you walking up and down the Champs Elysees looking like a tourist undertaker! Another thing, never a briefcase in Paris and never an umbrella. There's a law.
Linus Larrabee:
How am I ever going to get along in Paris without someone like you? Who'll be there to help me with my French, to turn down the brim of my hat?
Sabrina Fairchild:
Suppose you meet someone on the boat the very first day out? A perfect stranger.
Linus Larrabee:
I have a better suppose, Sabrina. Suppose I were ten years younger. Suppose you weren't in love with David. Suppose I asked you to... I suppose I'm just talking nonsense.
Sabrina Fairchild:
I suppose so.
Linus Larrabee:
Suppose you sing that song again. Slowly.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:25