Office Romance (1977)

Andrey Myagkov: Anatoli Yefremovich Novoseltsev

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• Novoseltsev : I have two kids. A boy and... a boy, too. Two boys.

• Kalugina : Well, how's the cat?

  Novoseltsev : Better, she said.

  Kalugina : Just so she said, didn't she?

  Novoseltsev : Yes, she did.

  Kalugina : Such a wonderful cat! The best cat in the world, isn't she?

• Kalugina : You didn't do too well in grade school, did you?

  Novoseltsev : Let's leave my shady past alone.

• Novoseltsev : Don't hit me on the head! It's my sensitive spot!

  Kalugina : It's your empty spot!

• Kalugina : You said that I was tough!

  Novoseltsev : Oh, no! Soft!

  Kalugina : Inhuman!

  Novoseltsev : Very human!

  Kalugina : Heartless!

  Novoseltsev : Cardiac!

  Kalugina : Dry!

  Novoseltsev : Wet!

• Novoseltsev : Why did you have to eat modeling clay?

  Novoseltsev's Son : But I ate it with sugar.

• Shura : [collecting money]  50 copecks! 50 copecks! Masha V. had a baby!

  Novoseltsev : If someone else at this job dies or has a baby, I'll be left without lunch.

• Novoseltsev : We all love you! Well... somewhere deep inside, somewhere very deep inside.

• Kalugina : So it turns out that everyone thinks that I'm a monster?

  Novoseltsev : Please, don't exaggerate! Not everyone... and not quite a monster...

• Kalugina : There's nothing to say, you are the perfect image of a modern man!

  Novoseltsev : Why are you insulting me?

• Novoseltsev : We call her 'our hag'. Not to her face.

• Samokhvalov : Try to woo her. Otherwise, if I mention your name again, she'll roar at me.

  Novoseltsev : How can I woo her if she's a roaring type?

• Novoseltsev : It was an ordinary morning, when our beauties of statistics had finished their make-up procedure and relapsed into a sweet poetic dream of summaries, numbers, reports, plans and calculations.

• Novoseltsev : Have some cocktail.

  Kalugina : I don't drink, Mr. Novoseltsev.

  Novoseltsev : Good. Neither do I.

  Kalugina : Then why did you bring it?

  Novoseltsev : To drink it. But... it was my mistake.

• Novoseltsev : You don't like my recitation, my singing and dancing, because you're cold fish, a dry personality!

• Novoseltsev : Do you like picking mushrooms?

  Kalugina : Picking what?

  Novoseltsev : Mushrooms. Brown cap boleti, orange-cap boleti, honey mushrooms...

  Kalugina : I'm indifferent to such things.

  Novoseltsev : My condolences. Picking mushrooms is the most wonderful thing in the world.

• Novoseltsev : And this is Shura. A pleasant woman, but, unfortunately, an activist. She was once recommended for welfare activity, and there is no stopping her since then.

• Novoseltsev : She is not a woman. She is a CEO.

• Samokhvalov : Well, time changes us indeed. Do you remember how pretty she was...

  Novoseltsev : Anyway, you and I didn't get any younger, either. It's just that with women it's more... painful.

• Novoseltsev : It's... me again.

  Kalugina : I think we already said goodbye to each other.

  Novoseltsev : Right. But let's say hello again. Hello, Lyudmila Prokofievna.

  Kalugina : Good evening.

• Novoseltsev : I like her unending optimism, optimism no matter what. The world rests on optimists.

• Novoseltsev : Your car?

  Samokhvalov : Get in, buddy.

  Novoseltsev : Wow. A Volga?

  Samokhvalov : Kind of. Get in.

  Novoseltsev : A compact little flat. And what is this?

  Samokhvalov : A Philips, a stereo record player.

  Novoseltsev : Embedded?

  Samokhvalov : Plus two speakers.

• Novoseltsev : And it's not only about money. I'm sick and tired of sitting at this desk. I'm made for something more. I can move mountains.

• Novoseltsev : I live on my salary, from hand to mouth. So I run around like a squirrel in the wheel.

• Novoseltsev : Too many people living in our city. Too many guests. Too many cars. Everyone is in a hurry. It's all crowds and queues. But I love my city all the same. It is my city. A wonderful city.

• Novoseltsev : Work is the most noble thing in the world. That's why people go to work. This is also the only reason why I go to work.

• Samokhvalov : I really want you as my friend to take this post, I mean, someone I could trust.

  Novoseltsev : I see. A new broom and so on, comes with his own team.

  Samokhvalov : And you're from my team.

  Novoseltsev : Sure. Though, a minute ago I was from no one's team.

• Samokhvalov : Tolya, Kalugina thinks you're a nobody.

  Novoseltsev : She's right. Be careful.

  Samokhvalov : The mask of irony is the province of the beaten.

• Novoseltsev : You have no heart, you're only full of numbers.

• Novoseltsev : When you feel like crying, call for me, and we'll cry together.

• Kalugina : Put the horse down, why are you doing this?

  Novoseltsev : I love animals.

• Kalugina : Stop bossing about here. I'm the one who is the administratrix around here.

  Novoseltsev : The boss.

  Kalugina : Whatever.

• Kalugina : I've turned into some scarecrow, while I'm only thirty-six.

  Novoseltsev : Thirty-six?

  Kalugina : Yes, I'm younger than you. And how old do I look?

  Novoseltsev : Eh... Thirty-five.

  Kalugina : You're lying again, Mr. Novoseltsev.

• Novoseltsev : Anyway, crying will serve you right. If you can cry, you're not so hopeless.

• Novoseltsev : Stop crying. You're the boss!

• Verochka : That girl was his wife, a mother of their two children. And then she walked out on him.

  Kalugina : How could she ever leave her children. She's a mother!

  Verochka : A mother? Novoseltsev was the one who was a mother. A quiet, soft and harmless person. You will never hear a rude word from him.

  Kalugina : A harmless person, eh...

  Verochka : Novoseltsev, you are done for. Meany was asking questions about you. She is studying your personal file.

  Novoseltsev : She'll sack me.

  Verochka : For what?

  Novoseltsev : Hooliganism.

• Novoseltsev : I thought that in the morning you were real. But I made a mistake. It's now that you're real.

• Novoseltsev : We all love you. Somewhere deep in our hearts.

  Kalugina : So deep that I don't see it.

• Kalugina : There was a very sad story which happened in my life. There was one man coming here... for a long time... And then he married my girlfriend.

  Novoseltsev : But I don't intend to marry your girlfriend.

  Kalugina : And you won't be able to. I got rid of all of them. I... destroyed them.

• Novoseltsev : I was trying to scrub off that nightmarish green paint, but no knife or soap or sandpaper could take it. Nothing can take our Russian paint.

• Kalugina : I hope... you feel better, Anatoly Efremovich?

  Novoseltsev : I'll tell you frankly: compared to the deceased Bublikov, I'm just fine.

• Kalugina : In this case you need a cold compress.

  Novoseltsev : You don't have to do it personally. Tell your secretary to take care of me.

  Kalugina : Stop treating me as your boss!

• Kalugina : You spoiled my new dress.

  Novoseltsev : Salt will help...

  Kalugina : Wine spots can't be removed.

  Novoseltsev : Where is the salt? Take off the dress, quickly! Oh, no... Not now... not here.

  Kalugina : Think what you're saying.

  Novoseltsev : I didn't think what I was saying...

  Kalugina : Stop it, please...

  Novoseltsev : Please don't take off your dress!

  Kalugina : Stop it, please! This dress is not wear-worthy anymore.

• Kalugina : Enough is enough. Go back to your work. To your new interesting job. It will demand a lot of effort. It needs concentration. You got what you wanted.

  Novoseltsev : But what about the circus?

  Kalugina : I'm sick and tired of the circus in my own life.

• Novoseltsev : I love my profession. I can't imagine my life without statistics. Without statistics it would be boring.

• Novoseltsev : What restaurant?

  Kalugina : We went to Aragvi. We ordered all kind of... eatables... Fried chicken, walnut sauce, shish kebab... Mutton pies...

  Novoseltsev : Mutton pies? And what did you drink?

  Kalugina : Khvanchkara wine.

  Novoseltsev : But you don't drink.

  Kalugina : Why? A good glass of good wine, in a good company...

• Kalugina : Why are you lying all the time?

  Novoseltsev : I'm following your example.

• Kalugina : I want to congratulate you, Mr. Novoseltsev. I was looking for a good candidature... And came to the conclusion that you would be the best one. You're decisive... educated... energetic... venturous... Yes, very venturous. In short, I signed the order appointing you head of the sector.

  Novoseltsev : Why? What wrong did I do?

  Kalugina : You're refusing?

  Novoseltsev : I just don't like to be appointed in such a tone.

  Kalugina : This is the only tone that you have deserved.

• Novoseltsev : Bublikov died, and then he didn't. It was just someone else of the same name at the hospital. They called here. By mistake. And Shura had already bought a wreath. It's a shame he didn't die, such a waste of flowers.

• Novoseltsev : How dare you insult me?

  Kalugina : So what?

  Novoseltsev : You think if you're the boss, you can do anything with people? Destroy them, mock them?

  Kalugina : Especially you!

  Novoseltsev : And beat them?

  Kalugina : With great pleasure!

• Novoseltsev : My God, you'll kill me!

  Kalugina : No big deal!