2nd Mrs. de Winter: You know, I, I wish there could be an invention that bottled up the memory like perfume and it never faded never got stained. Then whenever I wanted to, I could uncork the bottle and, and live the memory all over again.
de Winter: And what particular moment in your young life would you want to keep?
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Oh, all of them. All these last few days. I-I feel as though I've, I've collected a whole shelf full of bottles.
de Winter: Sometimes, you know, those little bottles contain demons. They have a way of popping out at you, just as you're trying most desperately to forget. Stop biting your nails!
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Oh, I wish I were a woman of thirty-six, dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.
de Winter: [Laughs] You wouldn't be here with me if you were.
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Would you please tell me, Mr. de Winter, why you ask me to come out with you? Oh, it's obvious that you want to be kind, but why do you choose me for your charity?
de Winter: [He abruptly stops the car in the middle of the road.] I asked you to come out with me because I wanted your company. You've blotted out the past for me, more than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo. But if you think I just asked you out of kindness or charity, you can leave the car now and find your way home. Go on, open up the door and get out. [The young woman begins crying and he hands her a handkerchief.] Care to blow your nose?
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Thank you.
de Winter: Please don't call me Mr. de Winter. I've a very impressive array of first names, George Fortescu Maximilian, but you needn't bother with them all at once. My family called me Maxim. And another thing, please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls, or to be thirty-six years old.
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Yes, Maxim.
de Winter: And what particular moment in your young life would you want to keep?
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Oh, all of them. All these last few days. I-I feel as though I've, I've collected a whole shelf full of bottles.
de Winter: Sometimes, you know, those little bottles contain demons. They have a way of popping out at you, just as you're trying most desperately to forget. Stop biting your nails!
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Oh, I wish I were a woman of thirty-six, dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.
de Winter: [Laughs] You wouldn't be here with me if you were.
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Would you please tell me, Mr. de Winter, why you ask me to come out with you? Oh, it's obvious that you want to be kind, but why do you choose me for your charity?
de Winter: [He abruptly stops the car in the middle of the road.] I asked you to come out with me because I wanted your company. You've blotted out the past for me, more than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo. But if you think I just asked you out of kindness or charity, you can leave the car now and find your way home. Go on, open up the door and get out. [The young woman begins crying and he hands her a handkerchief.] Care to blow your nose?
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Thank you.
de Winter: Please don't call me Mr. de Winter. I've a very impressive array of first names, George Fortescu Maximilian, but you needn't bother with them all at once. My family called me Maxim. And another thing, please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls, or to be thirty-six years old.
2nd Mrs. de Winter: Yes, Maxim.
2nd Mrs. de Winter : You know, I, I wish there could be an invention that bottled up the memory like perfume and it never faded never got stained. Then whenever I wanted to, I could uncork the bottle and, and live the memory all over again.
de Winter : And what particular moment in your young life would you want to keep?
2nd Mrs. de Winter : Oh, all of them. All these last few days. I-I feel as though I've, I've collected a whole shelf full of bottles.
de Winter : Sometimes, you know, those little bottles contain demons. They have a way of popping out at you, just as you're trying most desperately to forget. Stop biting your nails!
2nd Mrs. de Winter : Oh, I wish I were a woman of thirty-six, dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.
de Winter : [Laughs] You wouldn't be here with me if you were.
2nd Mrs. de Winter : Would you please tell me, Mr. de Winter, why you ask me to come out with you? Oh, it's obvious that you want to be kind, but why do you choose me for your charity?
de Winter : [He abruptly stops the car in the middle of the road.] I asked you to come out with me because I wanted your company. You've blotted out the past for me, more than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo. But if you think I just asked you out of kindness or charity, you can leave the car now and find your way home. Go on, open up the door and get out. [The young woman begins crying and he hands her a handkerchief.] Care to blow your nose?
2nd Mrs. de Winter : Thank you.
de Winter : Please don't call me Mr. de Winter. I've a very impressive array of first names, George Fortescu Maximilian, but you needn't bother with them all at once. My family called me Maxim. And another thing, please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls, or to be thirty-six years old.
2nd Mrs. de Winter : Yes, Maxim.
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