Ninotchka1939

Ninotchka:
[looking at a map] Correct me if I'm wrong. We are facing north, aren't we?

Leon:
Facing north? Well now, I'd have to commit myself without my compass. Pardon me, are you an explorer?

Ninotchka:
No, I am looking for the Eiffel Tower.

Leon:
Good heavens, is that thing lost again? Oh, are you interested in a view?

Ninotchka:
I'm interested in the Eiffel Tower from a technical standpoint.

Leon:
Technical? No, no, I'm afraid I couldn't be of much help from that angle. You see, a Parisian only goes to the Tower in moments of despair to jump off.

Ninotchka:
How long does it take a man to land?

Leon:
Now isn't that too bad. The last time I jumped, I forgot to time it. Let me see now, the Eiffel Tower - ah, your finger please?

Ninotchka:
Why do you need my finger?

Leon:
It's bad manners to point with your own. There, the Eiffel Tower.

Ninotchka:
And where are we?

Leon:
Where are we? Let me see. Where are we? Ah, here we are. There you are, and here am I. Feel it?

Ninotchka:
I am interested only in the shortest distance between these two points. Must you flirt?

Leon:
Well, I don't have to, but I find it natural.

Ninotchka:
Suppress it!

Leon:
I'll try.

Ninotchka:
For my own information, would you call your approach toward me typical of the local morale?

Leon:
Mademoiselle, it is that approach which has made Paris what it is.

Ninotchka:
You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?

Leon:
Well, nothing's happened recently to shake my self-confidence.

Ninotchka:
I have heard of the arrogant male in capitalistic society. It is having a superior earning power that makes you that way.

Leon:
A Russian! I love Russians! Comrade. I've been fascinated by your Five-Year Plan for the last fifteen years.

Ninotchka:
Your type will soon be extinct.