Love and Death Page #2
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- Year:
- 1975
- 85 min
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- When I'm 50, he'll be 103.
That's a bad age for a man. They slow up.
And Voskovec
has made his intentions clear.
But he deals in herring,
He even bought me
herring-scented cologne.
That's probably
why the cat follows you around.
Love is everything, Boris.
I wanna meet some man
and scale the heights of passion.
Some man who embodies
the three great aspects of love.
Intellectual, spiritual and sensual.
Well, there's not too many of us
around, but it can be done.
- So many women settle cheaply.
- I know. Poor things.
- They marry for money.
- Money! Well, money.
But I feel as though
my life would be wasted
if I didn't love deeply
with a man whose mind I respected,
whose spirituality equalled mine,
and who had the same lustful appetite
for sensual passion that drives me insane.
You're an incredibly complex woman.
I'm half saint, half whore.
Here's hoping I get the half that eats.
- Boris.
- Yes?
I have a confession to make.
Ever since you and I were little children,
I've been in love with your brother lvan.
It's only nat...
Ivan? You're kidding! He can barely write
his name in the ground with a stick.
He has true animal magnetism.
All that talk about some perfect love
and you're hot for lvan?
- He kissed me.
- It warmed the cockles of my heart.
- Great. Nothing like hot cockles.
I think he's going to propose to me.
But he's a gambler and a drinker,
with a Neanderthal mentality.
I mean, I love him like a brother.
Just not one of mine.
Do you hear that commotion?
What's going on downstairs?
Have you heard the news?
Napoleon has invaded Austria.
- Why? ls he out of Courvoisier?
- A chance to taste the glories of battle.
Check with me when it's over...
- No, Boris. You're going to fight.
- You're gonna have your head examined.
- We leave the day after tomorrow.
- Fellas, I'm a pacifist.
- I don't believe in war.
- He doesn't believe in war.
Napoleon, he believes in war.
What are you going to do when
the French soldiers rape your sister?
- I don't have one.
- That's no answer.
- They won't rape lvan. They'd throw up.
- Don't disgrace me in front of my friends.
What good is war? We kill Frenchmen,
they kill Russians, then it's Easter.
Boris, you're talking about Mother Russia.
She's not my mother. My mother wouldn't
let her youngest get shrapnel in his gums.
- Get away from me.
- I can't believe what I'm seeing.
- He has a yellow streak down his back.
- No, it runs across.
- Boris, you're a coward.
- Yes, but a militant coward.
Boris. Medals... We'll get medals.
Take it easy, lvan.
You've got to cut down on your raw meat.
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