The Great Sinner1949

Pauline Ostrovsky:
Oh, you can count on my vanity. No matter what you say I'll regard it as a compliment.

Fedja:
All right, if you insist. To one of the most corrupt women I've ever met.

Pauline Ostrovsky:
Corrupt?

Fedja:
Corrupt, confused, frustrated, and empty.

Pauline Ostrovsky:
But in a charming sort of way, you'll admit.

Fedja:
Well charm, my dear is your gambling capital. You toss it on the table like money, like everything else, even a dying grandmother.

Pauline Ostrovsky:
When a man takes the trouble to be so rude to a woman, he is usually falling in love with her.

Fedja:
You're not a woman. You are a symptom.

Pauline Ostrovsky:
Of what?

Fedja:
Of one of the worlds deadliest diseases, sophistication. More champagne?

Pauline Ostrovsky:
What else am I?

Fedja:
You are irritatingly beautiful.

Pauline Ostrovsky:
Well, at last!

Fedja:
And everything, I reject.