The Oscar (1966)
Elke Sommer: Kay Bergdahl
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Quotes
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Kay Bergdahl : Frankie, you are *rude* and *nasty*, and *impossible*. Absolutely *impossible*.
Frankie Fane : Will you stop beating on my ears, I'm up to here with all this bring-down! I'm me. You don't like what you see, then change the scenery. Go. That's right, go!
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Kay : Sometimes I get the feeling, Frankie, you ought to be chained up with a ring in your nose.
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Kay Bergdahl : You're wasting your time. I'm not the kind of woman who uses sex as a release or, or even as a weapon.
Frankie Fane : You always talk like that?
Kay Bergdahl : I try.
Frankie Fane : Then do me a favor, will ya, try droppin' it with me, I'm not that smart. You free thinkers confuse me.
Kay Bergdahl : Let me put it this way. I think I have more to offer than just my body.
Frankie Fane : [mocking] Now I understand.
Kay Bergdahl : I am the end result of everything I've ever learned, all I ever hope to be, and all the experiences I've ever had.
Frankie Fane : How many experiences have you had?
Kay Bergdahl : None. But when the right time comes I'll be special for some man. So it's worth waiting for.
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Frankie Fane : You a tourist or a native?
Kay Bergdahl : Take one from column A and two from column B, you get an egg roll either way.
Frankie Fane : [laughing] I have a feeling I'm not gonna get anywhere with you.
Kay Bergdahl : All depends, where you'd like to get.
Frankie Fane : Mostly I'd like to get alone with you somewhere.
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Kay Bergdahl : If a woman doesn't treasure herself, how can a man treasure her?
Frankie Fane : You make my head hurt with all that poetry.
Kay Bergdahl : [laughs] I think you try awfully hard not to understand people.
Frankie Fane : I'm tryin' to understand you.
Kay Bergdahl : No, you're not. You're trying to seduce me.
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Kay Bergdahl : Don't you understand *how* you embarrassed me in there? Who do you think you are, Frankie, just who do you think you are?
Frankie Fane : I'm *me*. And that's plenty good enough.
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Kay Bergdahl : You represent everything I *loathe*, Frankie!
Frankie Fane : You mean everything you *love*!
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Kay Bergdahl : Hymie, deep thinker, explain to me the ethical structure of the universe.
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Kay Bergdahl : Kay, why don't you go to bed? It's almost three A.M.
Kay Bergdahl : Because my bed is empty of husband. You know what I do, Hymie? I count nights. I found a Freudian substitute for counting sheep. I count empty nights.
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Kay Bergdahl : Frankie, Miss Cantaro is from Hollywood.
Frankie Fane : Swingin'. And I'm from Ohio. How many green stamps is that?
[Miss Cantaro burst out laughing]
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Kay Bergdahl : when the right time comes I'll be special for some man. So it's worth waiting for.
Frankie Fane : Most of us have to keep grabbin' what's handy.
Kay Bergdahl : Well, I'm not up for grabs.
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Frankie Fane : I can't offer you a front table at the Waldorf, but I'll show you the big town. We'll have Manhattan, the Bronx, and Staten Island too.
Kay Bergdahl : How very lyrical.
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Kay Bergdahl : Fine, now you got the yacht and you got cars, and - they save the best table for you at the best restaurants. So what? You haven't changed. It's that seed of rot inside of you which makes you what you are. That you can't change. You just dress it better.
Frankie Fane : Now I get it. I think I understand. Maybe it's that thing inside me, that rot, that evil you think you see. Maybe that's what turns you on.
Kay Bergdahl : Take me home, Frankie.
Frankie Fane : You slapped my face the first time I made a pass at you. But you got me a job that kept me near you. Every time I tried to get close, you pushed me away, but not too far. Oh, that middle European peasant upbringing of yours, baby. They told you so often that playing house with a guy was dirty, you got all knotted up inside. But you like to play. So you can't get turned on by a guy who treats you nice, a schlep like the one you were out with tonight. But a guy who wipes his feet on you? That, you dig.
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Frankie Fane : Listen, Kay. I was a punk without a subway token. It couldn't have gone anywhere with us. It's different now.
Kay Bergdahl : What are you talking about?
Frankie Fane : I'm talking about us.
Kay Bergdahl : Us? There's no us. There's you and there's me. There's no us.
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Kay Bergdahl : What does it mean "dedicate the bull" to you?
Frankie Fane : It means they cut the ears of the dead carcass and give them to me.
Kay Bergdahl : That sounds charming.
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Frankie Fane : I go better with you than any other girl I know. Woman, I know. Which are you, Kay? Girl or woman?
Kay Bergdahl : I'd like to think that I'm a woman, Frankie.
Frankie Fane : Woman.
[kiss]
Frankie Fane : Spend the night with me - at Rosarita Beach.
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Frankie Fane : I'm beat. We'll talk about it tomorrow.
Kay Bergdahl : But we're running out of tomorrows.
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Kay Bergdahl : Frankie, it is like heat lightning just before a storm. I can smell the rain in the air. Terrible things will happen, Frankie.
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Kay Bergdahl : Oh, I am sorry, sir, but you will have to go. My husband is expected back from the Punic Wars any moment now and he's insanely jealous.
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Kay Bergdahl : Oh, there's nothing wrong with building a dream castle unless you try to move into it.
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Kay Bergdahl : You turned me into something I always hated: a sneaking kind of woman, a jealous woman, a checking-up-on-him kind of woman.
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Kay Bergdahl : You know how to strip the slaughtered animal clean, don't you? Well, there isn't much left when you say, "no, thank you, maybe some other time when I can stomach you!"
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Kay Bergdahl : Machiavelli would have loved your technique. In no time at all I've been typecast as the nagging, shrewish haus frau.
Frankie Fane : Kay, you're getting more, more I don't know what every day.
Kay Bergdahl : If you're groping for a verb to explain my condition, try "frustrated," huh?
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Kay Bergdahl : You should put that speech on tape. It's gotten to be a fireproof, gold-plated, diamond-encrusted excuse for never talking to me.
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Kay Bergdahl : Whatever there was between us, Frankie, you could never call it love, because to love means to commit yourself and to belong. And you never belonged to anybody but yourself, Frankie! And when you don't belong, nothing belongs to you. So you may have your Oscar, and you may have everything, and you'll have nothing.
