Sawdust and Tinsel (1953)

Harriet Andersson: Anne

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• Albert Johansson : Want to know what I think? I think you went to see him because you're as sick of the circus and me as I am of the circus and you.

  [laughs] 

  Anne : Stop laughing like that!

  Albert Johansson : We're all stuck, Anne. Stuck like hell.

• Anne : You're too pretty, you poor thing. You might just as well be a girl. Know what I think? You've never satisfied a woman.

  Frans : Be careful what you say, you little ass.

• Albert Johansson : Anyway, our luck has to change.

  Anne : You think so?

  Albert Johansson : Of course. Some circus owners are colossally rich, with houses, diamonds, and automobiles, or whatever they're called. Of course, that's in America.

• Anne : Do I really smell of sweat?

  Frans : I was only teasing.

  Anne : It's true. My perfume isn't very nice.

  Frans : Use some of mine.

• Anne : I can crack nuts with my teeth too.

  Frans : Now I'm scared.

• Anne : What's wrong?

  Albert Johansson : Wrong? Nothing.

  Anne : You seem nervous.

  Albert Johansson : Me? Not at all. Remember: I'll do the talking. You sit there quietly with your most charming smile. Sjuberg's very fond of pretty girls. Breathe deeply to show off your bosom and show him your legs if he asks. Don't worry - I'll be there. If he gets fresh, I'll slug him.

• Anne : What play is that from? Don't be ridiculous, snorting like a bull! I'm not your cow! Save it for your pale, flat-chested actresses who swoon if you look in their direction!

• Albert Johansson : I love you.

  Anne : You don't love me or you wouldn't go see your wife.

• Anne : I want to leave the circus. You're laughing at me.

  Frans : I think you're beautiful. That's why I'm smiling.

  Anne : You don't have to marry me. Just look after me.

• Anne : I can't help it if my dress smells of manure. Everything in our wagon does.

• Anne : You have a very nice body, but you don't exercise. You're flabby.

  Frans : Watch your tongue!

• Anne : I'll be gone when he gets back. No more Spanish senorita to ride his bony nag, no more damsel in tights for the drunk conjurer to saw in two. I won't be there.

• Anne : I won't be here when you get back. You hear me?

  Albert Johansson : Where will you go?

  Anne : I just won't be here.

• Anne : Shall we arm-wrestle? I bet I'll win. You eat too much.

• Frans : Do you hate me?

  Anne : Give me the key!

  Frans : You do. I prefer you this way.

  Anne : The key!

  Frans : You shall have it... later. Let's finish our game first, shall we?

• Anne : I can ride great geldings bareback at a full gallop, holding on with just my thighs. Could you do that?

• Frans : And when you tire of me?

  Anne : I'll kill you, of course.

  Frans : If I don't kill you first.

• Frans : See this amulet? It's very valuable. A gift from a grateful lady. If you're a good girl, it shall be yours. You can buy pretty dresses, live on it for a whole year. You can leave the circus. It will bring you good luck. You can sell it to the goldsmith around the corner this afternoon.

  Anne : I can live on it?

  Frans : For at least a year, Anne. Real pearls. See for yourself.

• Albert Johansson : I love you.

  Anne : You don't love me. Or you wouldn't go see your wife.

  Albert Johansson : I really do love you.

  Anne : No, you don't.

  Albert Johansson : All right, damn it, I don't!