Ninotchka1939

Ninotchka:
You are something we do not have in Russia.

Leon:
Thank you.

Ninotchka:
That's why I believe in the future of my country.

Leon:
Yes. I'm beginning to believe in it myself since I met you. I still don't quite know what it's all about. Confuses me, frightens me. It fascinates me. Ninotchka, you like me just a little bit?

Ninotchka:
Your general appearance is not distasteful.

Leon:
Thank you.

Ninotchka:
The whites of your eyes are clear. Your cornea is excellent.

Leon:
Your cornea is terrific. Ninotchka, tell me, you're so expert on things: can it be that I'm falling in love with you?

Ninotchka:
Why must you bring in wrong values? Love is a romantic designation for a most ordinary biological - or, shall we say, chemical - process. A lot of nonsense is talked and written about it.

Leon:
Oh I see. What do you use instead?

Ninotchka:
I acknowledge the existence of a natural impulse common to all.

Leon:
What can I possibly do to encourage such an impulse in you?

Ninotchka:
You don't have to do a thing. Chemically, we're already quite sympathetic.

Leon:
You're the most incredible creature I've ever met. Ninotchka. Ninotchka.

Ninotchka:
You repeat yourself.

Leon:
Yes, I'd like to say it a thousand times. You must forgive me when I seem a little old-fashioned. After all, I'm just a poor bourgeois.

Ninotchka:
It's never too late to change. I used to belong to the petite bourgeoisie myself.