Knight Without Armor (1937)
Marlene Dietrich: Alexandra
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Quotes
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Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : [Asking about a bribe] And all he wanted was your wristwatch?
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : [Rhetorically] Well, what use is a wristwatch when trains are to be a week late?
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Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Bad news?
Colonle Adraxine : Splendid news. A general mobilization. Do you know what that means?
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : War.
Colonle Adraxine : War! At last!
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Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : I'm ready.
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Wait!
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Am I not to be shot?
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : No.
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : But, I want to be shot! I hate you all. I despise you! You're like vermin. Long live Russia! Long live the Czar!
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Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : When I was having long sleepless nights, I used to try to repeat verses to myself.
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : You had sleepless nights?
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : In Siberia.
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : What verses?
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Oh, Shakespeare, Browning, Shelley.
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : But, they're English poets. Have you been a student in Petrograd?
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : No, at Oxford.
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : But it was very seldom that Russian students went to Oxford.
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : My father wanted me to go to Oxford.
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : I see. Say some of your verses. Browning.
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Browning. You must know, "Fear death?" "Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face - " Oh, I bet I am boring you.
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Go on.
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Well, just the end. I admire it. "For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!" Do you like it?
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : It's optimistic. That's the English. Listen to a Russian poem. It is hopeless and pessimistic, like we Russians. "I have grown weary of my little dreams, I have outlived the hour of my desire, Alone with tortured empty heart, I weep..."
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Gen. Andreyevitch : Why, in a week we shall have retaken Khalinsk. Yes, you'll be back in your own home again.
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Could I possibly have a bath?
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Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Go on. Please don't stop.
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Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Do you know this forest?
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : It belongs to me - belonged to me.
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Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : When did you fall in love with me?
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : The first time I saw you. Get up, I said. Get up. Return. And I was lost.
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Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Don't you like my forest?
Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : I adore you.
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Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : [Naked, after a bath, to Peter] Hello, Comrade!
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Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Wonderful luck and the most wonderful of all was to meet you.
Poushkoff : Do you think so?
Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Yes, I do think so. Even if tomorrow means the end of us. As it may do.
Poushkoff : Tomorrow may mean the end of me too. If it does, will you remember me?