Florence:
Well we cant complain that youve been ignored by the press.
Freddie:
What they say? What they say?
Florence:
Theyre not to polite
Freddie:
They say Im a shit?
Florence:
Well, yes. They pulled you to pieces. In five different languages. The Times: You thrive on unpleasantness. Speaks French
Freddie:
I dont believe that they cant see my game. Im like that tennis player, whats his name? They love to hate me and for us, thats dollars.
Florence:
Speaks Russian
Freddie:
Hey, look theres a piece that some idiots written on you. Florence Vassey, petite, Hungarian-born personal assistant. His gentle companion- if they only knew!
Florence:
What do you mean? Ive always been gentle with you, Freddie!
Both:
She stands by her champion.
Freddie:
I like this.
Both:
Whose demands are so infantile
Freddie:
I dont like this.
Florence:
If you dont like it then its up to you. They like the Russian they could like you, too.
Freddie:
Commie newspapers! Of course the bastards all support the Russians.
Florence:
But Sergievsky seems a sweet opponent. So why do you abuse him all the time? Freddie, I love you very much, but just for once, dont go on about the Russians at the press conference, okay?