Svengali

Anton Bosnyak:
You shall hear nothing, you shall see nothing, you shall think nothing, you shall be nothing but Svengali, Svengali, Svengali...

Zoe Alexander:
He stuck his fingers in my mouth and he called me a pig!

Anton Bosnyak:
Quite a little snot nose, that girl, always answering back.

Eve Swiss:
When I took lessons from you, you never used to let me say 'boo!'

Anton Bosnyak:
You had no talent. That always irritates me.

Eve Swiss:
So why did you keep taking my money, then?

Anton Bosnyak:
Somebody had to prove to you that you could not sing.

Eve Swiss:
[referring to Zoe] I have a lot of people lined up. When can we hear her?

Anton Bosnyak:
Give the fruit a little time to ripen before you strip it, will you.

Eve Swiss:
You know... I can't quite make up my mind whether or not she's beautiful. What do you think?

Anton Bosnyak:
When she sings the way I want her to sing... she's beautiful.

Zoe Alexander:
The world does not collapse every time you stop looking at it.

Anton Bosnyak:
Tonight, we will not have a lesson. From now on, I would like to work just once a week.

Zoe Alexander:
Why?

Anton Bosnyak:
Well... you're at a very good condition now, and... I need a rest.

Zoe Alexander:
Well, you've worked harder than I have.

Anton Bosnyak:
The young usually don't notice these things.

Zoe Alexander:
Not so young. Twenty-two.

Anton Bosnyak:
Hehe. Poor old lady.

Anton Bosnyak:
[on the bouquet in Zoe's hand] Somebody gave you flowers.

Zoe Alexander:
Oh, for you.

[hands him the bouquet]

Anton Bosnyak:
Oh, thank you, I'll put them in the fridge.

Anton Bosnyak:
I'd forgotten how happy you feel when you're happy.

Anton Bosnyak:
I'm probably the greatest lover in the world.

Anton Bosnyak:
Lovers need witnesses.

Anton Bosnyak:
Well done, little one.

[last lines]

Anton Bosnyak:
The word 'teach' means 'to make known'. When you came to me, you didn't know what you were, who you were, nothing. Together, we made your voice known to you; and we made it known to you by making yourself known to you. The sounds of loving that you make, your sounds of endurance, your betrayals...

Zoe Alexander:
You think I betrayed you?

Anton Bosnyak:
It doesn't matter! Together we were able to release what you are. The work of every artist is to make themselves holy known. Now, I want you to go away, and amaze me.

Zoe Alexander:
I need you!

Anton Bosnyak:
No. You are intact now. Go away, and leave me intact. Please.

Zoe Alexander:
[after a pause] So... you're sending me away. It's all I was to you? Something, something "amazing", huh?

Anton Bosnyak:
That is all that matters.