شاید این مطلب یه کم براتون تکراری باشه ولی من این دیالوگ و صحنه رو خیلی دوست دارم.
امیدوارم مثل من لذت ببرید.
- My God.
= Be careful. A girl could get used to this.
- You should. I'll just keep having parties. Something's wrong?
= Yeah. Before I get into it, let me say that I feel my work here is done. The kids are doing great. l finally got you into a pair of loafers. Tonight's party. Is gonna be a gorgeous affair.
- What are you talking about?
= I've not been totally honest with you. I'm not a real teacher. l just have a beauty license.
- Beauty license?
= l teach make-up and hair. It's all I know. First, it was easy to pretend. Then I started to fall in love with...your kids. l got to know you much better and......now it just seems wrong.
- What kind of man do you take me for?
=l hope one that sees the bigger picture.
- You have the nerve to come here and tell me you're not a teacher, when you are the best teacher. l have ever known.
= I am?
- Yes. The children blossomed before my eyes. They're happy, confident. *If that's from learning hair, tomorrow I make new law. All teachers must have beauty licence.*
= Mr. President, I...I dunno what to say.
- Oh, my God. Call an ambulance! She doesn't know what to say. Perhaps I should take advantage of this silence and...ask for the evening's first dance.
*The Beautician and The Beast -1997*
