The Bride Wore Red

Anni Pavlovitch:
I want you to marry her, and I want my love to haunt you...to make you lie awake at night, to burn your heart, to make you sick with pain! I want you to think of me and to ache for me. I want never to see you again!

Count Rudi Armalia:
Very superior waiter. Very superior man, probably. Pity no-one will ever know.

Count Rudi Armalia:
Waiters are notoriously better-mannered than those they serve.

Alberto, the Waiter:
['Anne' can't decide which fork to use] Work it from the outside in, Signorina.

Rudolph 'Rudi' Pal:
In my opinion, most people prefer sardines to caviar because most people haven't tried caviar.

Admiral Monti:
Anne Vivaldi, that's it! It's been on the tip of my tongue all night.

Contessa di Meina:
How cozy.

Rudolph 'Rudi' Pal:
You don't dance like a debutante.

Anni Pavlovitch:
How do debutantes dance?

Rudolph 'Rudi' Pal:
With stiff knees.

Contessa di Meina:
What interesting knees you have, Admiral. Those are knees, aren't they?

Admiral Monti:
They were.

Giulio, the Postmaster:
Signor Pal says that drunk I'm harmless. Sober I must be pitiful!

Giulio, the Postmaster:
[to 'Anne'] How much did he pay you for that kiss?

Maddelena Monti:
[to Rudi] I've known that look on your face ever since you drove my bike into a tree.

Contessa di Meina:
I can imagine nothing of less interest to the rest of us.

Page Boy:
[At the casino in Trieste: a young uniformed casino attendant carrying a platter brings Count Armalia his rather substantial roulette winnings in the form of large banknotes] Sir.

Count Rudi Armalia:
[the Count starts to count the bills] Do you save your money, young man?

Page Boy:
No sir.

Count Rudi Armalia:
Or support a sick mother?

Page Boy:
No sir.

Count Rudi Armalia:
Perhaps you're working your way through school?

Page Boy:
No sir.

Count Rudi Armalia:
You have no ambition of any kind?

Page Boy:
No sir.

Count Rudi Armalia:
Good. Here's an enormous tip for you. Squander it. [Hands the attendant a large banknote]

Page Boy:
Yes sir.