Ninotchka1939

Leon:
When we first went to my apartment, did I have the slightest idea that you were connected with this deal?

Ninotchka:
You know now. And I know now that you are a man who employs business methods which in Russia would be punished by death.

Leon:
Ohhh, death, death! Always so glum! What about life, Ninotchka? Do Russians never think about life? Of the moment in which we are living? The only moment we ever really have? Oh, Ninotchka, don't take things so seriously. Nothing is worth it, really. Please...relax...I beg you, Sergeant, smile!

Ninotchka:
What?

Leon:
Will you smile?

Ninotchka:
Why?

Leon:
Well, just smile.

Ninotchka:
At what?

Leon:
At anything. At the whole ridiculous spectacle of life. At people being so serious, taking themselves pompously, exaggerating their own importance. If you can't think of anything else to laugh at, you can laugh at you and me.

Ninotchka:
Why?

Leon:
Because we are an odd couple.

Ninotchka:
Then you should go back to your table.

Leon:
No. No, I can't leave you. I won't. Not yet. Not until I've made you laugh...at least once.