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to kick you with.
If you can't appreciate what you've got,
you better get what you can appreciate.
- I won't care for anyone who doesn't care for me.
- Oh, Eliza, you're an idiot!
I waste the treasures of my Miltonic
mind by spreading them before you.
Oh, I can't talk to you.
You turn everything against me.
You know very well that I can't
go back to the gutter, as you call it,
and that I have no real friends
in the world but you and the Colonel.
You think I must go back to Wimpole Street
because I have nowhere to go but Father's.
But don't be too sure that you have me under
your feet to be bullied and talked down.
I'll marry Freddy, I will,
as soon as I'm able to support him!
What, that young fool?
You shall marry an ambassador.
You shall marry
the viceroy of India.
I won't have my masterpiece
thrown away on Freddy.
You think I like you to say that, but I
haven't forgotten what you said a minute ago.
If I can't have kindness,
I'll have independence.
Independence-
that's middle-class blasphemy.
We're all of us dependent on
one another, every soul on Earth.
I'll let you see
whether I'm dependent on you.
If you can preach, I can teach.
I'll go and be a teacher.
Ha! What'll you teach,
in Heaven's name?
What you taught me.
I'll teach phonetics.
I'll offer myself as an assistant
to Professor Karpathy.
What, that humbug? That impostor?
That toadying ignoramus?
You take one step in his direction,
and I'll wring your neck, you hear?
Wring away! What do I care?
I knew you'd strike me one day.
- Oh!
- Now I know how to deal with you.
Oh, what a fool I was
not to think of it before.
That's done you,
'Enry 'Iggins, it has.
And I don't give that
for your bullying and your fine talk.
When I think of myself...
crawling under your feet...
and being trampled on
and talked down,
when all the time I had only to
lift my finger to be as good as you are,
oh, I could ust
kick myself.
By George, Eliza, I said I'd make
a woman of you, and I have.
I like you like this.
Yes, you make up to me now that I'm not
afraid of you and I can do without you.
Of course I do,
you little fool.
Five minutes ago,
you were a millstone around my neck.
Now you're a tower of strength,
a consort battleship.
Good-bye,
Professor Higgins.
OW, I ain't dirty.!
I Washed my face and hands
before I come, I did.
this draggle-tailed guttersnipe.
- Ohhh.!
- In six months, in three-
I Washed my face and hands
before I came.
I did.
Where the devil
are my slippers, Eliza?
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