Angel (1937)

Marlene Dietrich: Lady Maria Barker

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Quotes 

• Maria : When the beginning is so beautiful, I wonder if the end matters.

• Maria : What's worrying you? France?

  Sir Frederick : No. Yugoslavia. Dear, I hope you don't mind, I...

  Maria : Oh, that's alright, dear. I understand. I understand perfectly.

• Maria : I dreamt you were a great success at the League of Nations.

  Sir Frederick : Well, I was! Sweetheart, your husband defeated twenty-one nations!

  Maria : Oh, you must be worn out.

• Maria : Silly how upsetting a little thing like saying goodbye to one's husband can be.

• Maria : Let me think, what could I suggest? Oh, first of all, you would like to see the Louvre Museum.

  Anthony Halton : The what?

  Maria : One of the most interesting picture galleries in the world! You've heard of the Mona Lisa?

  Anthony Halton : Um, yes, I , um, I believe I have.

  Maria : Oh, you don't care for pictures? Oh, I know, the Eiffel Tower.

  Anthony Halton : You mean that steel thing? Stuck up in the air?

• Maria : Why do you stare at me like that?

  Anthony Halton : He's completely off his head.

  Maria : What are you talking about?

  Anthony Halton : Butler! He described you as hard as nails, much older and - beginning to - beginning to spread.

• Anthony Halton : I must have done something very nice in my life to be so beautifully rewarded.

  Maria : Do you really mean that?

  Anthony Halton : And so much more. You're an angel.

• Maria : [describing her dream]  I lost you in Paris. The next thing I remember we were here at home and you were beating me.

  Sir Frederick : What did you do?

  Maria : I'm afraid to tell you.

  [smiles] 

  Maria : I liked it. And then you started to kiss me.

  Sir Frederick : And you liked that too?

  Maria : Better than ever before. You carried me upstairs.

  Sir Frederick : And?

• Maria : It's true the dream is over; but, it doesn't have to be.

• Maria : Complaining wives are such a bore.

• Sir Frederick : You know where he met her? At this Grand Duchess' Salon. You remember the novel, "An Afternoon in Paris"?

  Maria : Yes.

  Sir Frederick : Its undoubtedly the same kind of a place.

• Maria : It's the privilege of a woman not to make sense. Men that expect women to be logical are likely to be failures in love.

• Maria : That's marvelous. I can hardly believe it. You really let all Europe wait just to find out if a woman is a brunette.

  Sir Frederick : Or, a blonde.

• Maria : Now, why should I be Angel? Why should I be so foolish? Why should I do such a thing? Don't I have a lovely home? A celebrated husband? The best servants? Every comfort, social position? Is there anything more a woman could ask? Why should I be Angel? What reason could I have? Perhaps you can think of one?