Limelight Page #2
- G
- Year:
- 1952
- 137 min
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If it's anything of that nature|don't be afraid to tell,
maybe I can help.
I'm an old sinner,|nothing shocks me.
It's nothing like that.
Are you sure?
Positive.
But you have been ill?
Yes. I was five months|in the hospital with rheumatic fever.
Is that all?|Then what are you complaining about?
It's ruined my health.|I can't work.
What do you work at?
I was a dancer.
A dancer!
A member of the Empire ballet.
And I thought you were a...
So, you're a ballet dancer.
Pardon me, we haven't met formally.|What is your name?
Thereza Ambrose.|But I'm called Terry.
Charming. How do you do.|I'm also in the business.
My name is Calvero.|Perhaps you've heard of me.
You're not the great comedian?
I was.|However, we won't go into that.
Whatever brought you|to this state of affairs?
Ill health, mostly.
Then we'll have to get you well.
It isn't the ideal spot|for convalescing,
but you're welcome to it,
if you can put up with being|Mrs. Calvero. In name only!
It won't inconvenience you?
Not at all.|I've had five wives already.
One more or less|makes no difference.
Moreover, I've arrived at the age
where platonic friendship can be|sustained on the highest moral plane.
Now let me see, your mother was|a dressmaker and your father a lord?
The fourth son of a lord.|That's quite different.
How is it he married your mother?
She was|one of the family housemaids.
Sounds like a novelette.
- Did he have any money?|- No, the family cut him off.
So your sister's|the only one living?
Yes, and she's in South America.
Tell me, was it just ill health|that made you do what you did?
- That, and...|- And what?
The utter futility of everything.
I see it even in flowers,
hear it in music.
All life aimless,|without meaning.
What do you want a meaning for?
Life is a desire, not a meaning.
Desire is the theme of all life!
It makes a rose want to be a rose,|and want to grow like that.
And a rock want to contain itself|and remain like that.
What are you smiling about?
Your imitation|of a rose and a rock.
I can imitate anything.
Ever seen a Japanese tree?|They're lopsided, they grow this way.
Of course pansies grow this way.
The dark ones frown and go like that.
However, the meaning of anything
is merely other words|for the same thing.
After all, a rose is a rose.|Not bad, should be quoted.
Think how meaningless|life was a moment ago.
Now you have|a temporary husband and a home.
Here's your drinking water,|and in case of any emergencies,
the first door on the left,|the same on each floor.
Good night.
Spring is here!
Birds are calling
Skunks are crawling
Spring is here!
Whales are churning
Worms are squirming
Of which I sing
That makes us all bewitched?
That comes in Spring
That gives us all the itch?
Oh, it's love
It's love love love love
Pardon me,|but have you a fly swatter?
I beg your pardon.
If you beg around here,|I'll call the police.
I repeat, I beg your pardon.
I don't care what you've eaten.
I've eaten nothing.
Poor dear.|Here, get a sandwich.
- Sir, I demand an apology!|- I don't know you.
Who are your people?|Are you in the social register?
- My name happens to be Smith.|- Never heard of them.
That shows you're asinine.
I should have worn my overcoat.
You've interrupted me|in the middle of my sonnet.
In the middle of your what?
Not in the middle of my what,|the middle of my sonnet.
My ode to a worm.
Oh worm, why do you turn|into the earth from me?
'Tis Spring! Oh worm!
Lift up your head
whichever end that be|and smile at the sun
untwine your naked form|and with your tail, fling!
High the dirt in ecstasy!
'Tis Spring! 'Tis Spring!|'Tis Spring!
Ridiculous!|A worm smiling at the sun!
- Why not?|- A worm can't smile.
Did you ever appeal|to its sense of humor?
- Of course not.|- Well then!
But it doesn't make sense.
Why should poetry|have to make sense?
Don't you know there's such a thing|as poetic license?
I've given you no license.
Oh no, don't!
This thing is so much bigger|than ourselves!
At this moment|I'm grasping the meaning of life.
What a waste of energy.
What is this urge|that makes life go on and on?
You're right.|What does it all mean?
Where are we going?
You're going south.|Your hand's in my pocket.
Naughty.
- How did it get there?|- Pure magnetism, old dear.
Why are you antagonistic|towards me?
Must we be serious?
You make it difficult to know you.
Read my memoirs|in the Police Gazette.
- You're a funny man.|- Why?
To talk about worms|the way you do.
Why not? Even flies are romantic.
- Flies?|- Oh yes.
Coming from the stable|to the table,
chasing each other over the sugar|and meeting in the butter.
- You've read "The Life of the Bee"?|- No, I haven't.
The bee's behavior in the beehive|is unbelievable.
Really?
- Gezundheit!|- It certainly does.
- I beg your pardon?|- The dress. It goes on tight.
You're awful dusty tonight, my dear.|Turn around.
Where do they keep you?|On the top shelf or something?
Fuller's earth? Johnson's powder?|I know! Cornstarch.
Just think!|All life motivated by love.
How beautiful.
- By no means beautiful.|- It certainly is.
No, it's vile, wicked, awful!|But wonderful.
- I like you.|- Really?
You're sensitive. You feel things.
Don't encourage me.
It's true. So few people|have the capacity to feel.
Or the opportunity.
Allow me.
Use it only for what you wish.
Come in.
Good morning. How do you feel?
- Better, thank you.|- Good.
What a day!
The sun's shining, the kettle's|singing, and we've paid the rent.
There'll be an earthquake,|I know it.
What would you like for breakfast?
We have eggs, bacon,|cheese, spring onions...
That's broken my dream!
I dreamt we did an act together,|all about Spring.
Interesting.
I get lots of ideas in my dreams,|then I wake up and forget them.
You know, I've been dreaming a lot|about the theater lately.
Doing my old acts all over again.
Kippers. Aren't they superb!
What's wrong?
It's my legs! I tried to get up|this morning and I collapsed.
I can't even stand.
You got up too soon.
No, it's not that.|I have no feeling in them.
They're paralyzed. I know it!
Don't upset yourself.|After breakfast we'll call the doctor.
I'd better go to a hospital.
You know best,|but see what the doctor says first.
I can't stay here,|causing you all this trouble.
I'm not complaining.
You should, I'm such a bore.
But it's not my fault.|You would save my life.
Well, we all make mistakes!
I'm sorry.
You should be. A young girl like you|wanting to throw your life away.
When you're my age,|you'll want to hang on to it.
Why?
Well, at this stage of the game|life gets to be a habit.
A hopeless one.
Then live without hope.|Live for the moment.
There are still, there are still...
There are still wonderful moments.
But if you've lost your health!
My dear, I was given up for dead|six months ago, but I fought back.
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