Pygmalion Page #2
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- 1938
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Let him mind
his own business...
and leave a poor girl
to mind her own business.
Woman, cease this detestable
boohooing instantly.
I've a right to be here
if I like, same as you.
A woman who utters such depressing and
disgusting sounds has no right to be anywhere.
- Oh- - Remember that you're
and the divine gift
of articulate speech,
and that your language is the language
of Milton, Shakespeare and the Bible.
Don't sit there crooning
like a bilious pigeon.
- Oh!
- "Ow"!
Heavens,
what a sound.
You see this creature
with her curbstone English?
The English that Will keep her
in the gutter for the rest of her days?
pass her off as a duchess...
- at an ambassador's reception.
- No, no, no.
I could even get her a job as a lady's maid or
a shop assistant, Which requires better English.
You mean,
you could make me-
Yes, you squashed
cabbage leaf.
You disgrace to the noble
architecture of these columns.
You incarnate insult
to the English language.
I could pass you off
as the Queen of Sheba.
Garn! You don't believe that,
do you, Captain?
Well, everything
is possible.
- I myself am a student of Indian dialects.
- Are you?
Have you ever heard of Colonel
Pickering, the author of Spoken Sanskrit?
- I am Colonel Pickering.
- No!
- Yes. Who are you?
- Henry Higgins.
- No.
- Yes. Author of Higgins' Universal Alphabet.
- I came to India to meet you.
- And I was ust going all the way to India to meet you.
- Where are you staying?
- The Carlton.
No, you're not.
You're staying at 27-A Wimpole Street.
Oh, buy a floWer,
kind sir?
I'm short
for my lodging.
Oh, you liar. You ust said
you could change half a crown.
You oughta be stuffed
with nails, you ought!
Here, take the whole
bloomin' basket for sixpence!
A reminder.
Oh!
Come on, Pickering.
This is a wonderful meeting.
Oh! Oh!
Oh!
Oh, excuse me. Have you seen those
two ladies who were here ust now?
Oh, they went to the bus
when the rain stopped.
And left me with a cab
on my hands? Oh, blast!
Never mind, young man.
I'm goin' home in a taxi.
Here, here.
Wait a minute.
Eighteen pence ain't
no obect to me, Charlie.
Buckingham Palace,
and step on it!
Bye, Freddy!
Well, I'll be dashed!
Here you are,
Buckingham Palace.
- How much, dearie?
- It'll cost you a bob.
You're a robber,
you are.
It's disgraceful.
A bob for two minutes!
Ever been in
a taxi before?
Hundreds and thousands
of times!
Impudence!
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello, dearie.
Look what I got.
As you see,
my dear Pick,
the human ear is a perfect
recording and amplifying apparatus.
Well, tired of
listening to sounds?
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