King George VI:
All that... work... down the drain. My own... b... brother, I couldn't say a single w-word to him in reply.
Lionel Logue:
Why do you stammer so much more with David than you ever do with me?
King George VI:
'Cos you're b... bloody well paid to listen.
Lionel Logue:
Bertie, I'm not a geisha girl.
King George VI:
Stop trying to be so bloody clever.
Lionel Logue:
What is it about David that stops you speaking?
King George VI:
What is it about you that bloody well makes you want to go on about it the whole bloody time?
Lionel Logue:
Vulgar, but fluent; you don't stammer when you swear.
King George VI:
Oh, bugger off!
Lionel Logue:
Is that the best you can do?
King George VI:
[like an elocution lesson]
Well... bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard.
Lionel Logue:
Oh, a public school prig could do better than that.
King George VI:
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Lionel Logue:
Yes!
King George VI:
Shit!
Lionel Logue:
Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue!
King George VI:
Because I'm angry!
Lionel Logue:
Do you know the f-word?
King George VI:
F... f... fornication?
Lionel Logue:
Oh, Bertie.
King George VI:
Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse!
Lionel Logue:
Yes...
King George VI:
Balls, balls...
Lionel Logue:
...you see, not a hesitation!
King George VI:
...fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and... tits.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:02