Dancer in the Dark

Selma:
In a musical, nothing dreadful ever happens.

Selma:
You're fantastic. You just have to listen to your heart, Cvalda.

Kathy:
I don't want you to call me Cvalda.

Selma:
You're Cvalda to me.

Selma:
[in the cinema, asking description of the movie because she can't see] How is she doing?

Kathy:
It's when she cannot keep up, and she's going to faint. Ah, she fainted.

Angry man:
Please be quiet.

Kathy:
Oh, give us a break. She doesn't see that well.

Angry man:
I paid good money to see this film.

Kathy:
Well, so did she.

Selma:
I love it when they dance.

Angry man:
For Pete's sake, it's a musical. Of course they're dancing!

Kathy:
We know that!

Angry man:
Oh, you're so smart.

Kathy:
Yes.

Selma:
I think you made friends, Kathy. [laughing]

Selma:
Would it make you feel better If I told you a secret?

Bill:
What secret could you tell me?

Selma:
I'm going blind. Not yet, but... soon. Maybe sometime this year.

Bill:
Blind...

Selma:
It's not as bad as it sounds. It's, uh... It's a family thing.

Bill:
But, blind?

Selma:
I've always known it. From... when I was a little girl, I knew.

Bill:
And you're okay?

Selma:
Well, I came to America because in America, they can give Gene an operation.

Selma:
You know when the camera goes really big and it comes up out of the roof, and you just know that it's gonna end? I hate that. I used to cheat on that when I was a little girl back in Czechoslovakia. I would leave the cinema just after the next to last song, and the film would just go on forever. It's lovely, isn't it?

Bill:
That is lovely.

Jeff:
Look, I don't understand. In musicals... why do they start to sing and dance all of a sudden? I mean, I don't suddenly start... to sing and dance.

Selma:
No... You're right, Jeff. You don't.

Jeff:
You can't see, can you?

Selma:
What is there to see?

Brenda:
Why don't you try to think of something nice, all right?

Selma:
It's just so quiet here.

Brenda:
What's that got to do with it, Selma?

Selma:
You know, when I used to work in the factory... I used to dream that I was in a musical... Because, in a musical, nothing dreadful ever happens.

Kathy:
But he needs his mother, you know, alive, no matter where!

Selma:
You don't understand! He needs his eyes!

Kathy:
He needs his mother!

Selma:
No!

Kathy:
Yes! Alive!

Selma:
NO!!

Kathy:
Listen to reason for once, Selma! Selma...

Selma:
I listen to my heart...

Jeff:
Why did you have him? You knew he would have the same disease as you.

Selma:
I just wanted to hold a little baby... just in my arms.

Selma JežKová:
In Czechoslovakia, I saw a film, and they were eating candy from a tin just like this. I thought to myself... how wonderful it must be in the United States.

Selma JežKová:
I've got little games I play when it goes really hard. When I'm working in the factory... and the machines, they make these... rhythms... And I just start dreaming, and it all becomes music.

Selma JežKová:
Clatter, crash, clack! Racket, bang, thump! Rattle, clang, crack, thud, whack, bam! It's music, now dance!

Selma JežKová:
I used to dream that I was in a musical coz in a musical nothing dreadful ever happens.