I want you flat on your back. Helpless, tender, open with only me to help. And then I want you strong again. You're not going to die. You might wish you're going to die, but you're not going to. You need to settle down a little.
Alma: Why are you not married?
Reynolds Woodcock: I make dresses.
Alma: You cannot be married when you make dresses?
Reynolds Woodcock:
I'm certain I was never meant to marry. I'm a confirmed bachelor. I'm incurable.
Reynolds Woodcock: Marriage would make me deceitful and I don't ever want that.
Reynolds Woodcock:
When I was a boy, I started to hide things in the lining of the garments. Things only I knew were there. Secrets. You can sew almost anything into the canvas of a coat.
Tieši tik kontrolēts un nocietinājies sevī, lai indīgu sēņu ēšana viņa gadījumā kļūtu par mīlas afrodīziju. Ā, kleitas? Nu tās es arī pamanīju, jā. Skaistas, skaistas..
izteicās | What the fuck you were thinking?
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