The Seventh Seal (1957)

Åke Fridell: Blacksmith Plog

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• Jöns : Love is as contagious as a cold. It eats away at your strength, morale... If everything is imperfect in this world, love is perfect in its imperfection.

  Blacksmith Plog : You're happy, you with your oily words. You believe your own twaddle.

  Jöns : Believe it? Who said? But I love to give pieces of advice.

• Jöns : It's hell with women and hell without women. No matter how you reason it seems like the logic thing to do is to kill them while it's still fun.

  Blacksmith Plog : Bickering and swill!

  Jöns : Screaming babies and diapers full of piss!

  Blacksmith Plog : Sharp nails and malice!

  Jöns : Scuffle, fits and the devil's aunt as a mother in law!

  Blacksmith Plog : And then when you're going to sleep...

  Jöns : Then they change they're tune!

  Blacksmith Plog : Tears, complaints and wailing to high heaven!

  Jöns : "Why won't you kiss me good night?"...

  Blacksmith Plog : "Why won't you sing a song?"...

  Jöns : "How come you don't love me like when we first met?"...

  Blacksmith Plog : "Why aren't you looking at my new shift?"...

  Jöns : "Just turn your back and snore!"...

  Blacksmith Plog : Damn it!

  Jöns : Damn it! Now she's gone; Rejoice!

• Blacksmith Plog : Hey Jöns, purely confidential, isn't life quite...?

  Jöns : [interrupts Plog]  Yes, it is... but don't think about that now.

  Blacksmith Plog : [to himself]  It's ludicrous, that's what it is.

• Blacksmith Plog : I'm going to pinch them in the nose with my pliers. I'm going to pound them on the chest with my little hammer. I'm going to crack them lightly on the head with my sledgehammer

• Jonas Skat : It's the filthy Smith who insulted my beloved lady, the fair Kunigunda.

  Blacksmith Plog : What did you call her?

  Lisa, blacksmith's wife : Kunigunda. Are you deaf?

  Jöns, squire : Kunigunda.

  Blacksmith Plog : Her name is Lisa. Strumpet Lisa. Rumpy, smutty, slutty Lisa.

  Lisa, blacksmith's wife : How coarse he is.

  Blacksmith Plog : Go find your own trash, you gilded pimp!

  Lisa, blacksmith's wife : What a brute!

  Jonas Skat : You scabby bastard of seven scurvy bitches, if I were in your lousy rags, I'd be so ashamed of everything about my person that I would immediately rid nature of my own embarrassing self.

• Jöns, squire : God in heaven, if it isn't Plog the Smith. Are you sitting here crying all alone?

  Blacksmith Plog : Yes., look at the Smith, moaning like a rabbit drowning in piss.