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Simon: At the risk of sounding excessive, you take my breath away.
V: Whatever you're about to say, just skip it.
Simon: Banishing all superlatives, you look very "Isabella" today, the vision that I fell instantly in love with when I was..
V: Well tomorrow Isabella goes back in the garment bag and Venus Ardanowski runs to the deli in sweats.
Simon: That's something I'd actually like to see someday, you at your most relaxed. Hair wet, speakers blaring, dancing a samba. Dressed in a floor length towel.
V: I have actually always wanted to go to that festival.
Simon: You would hate it.
V: No
Simon: It's full of tourists but the wine and bahir you'd adore. It's Brazilians most fabulous music.
Chloe: Don't let us interrupt.
V: We were just talking.
Ned: Oh just as I thought you started without us.
Jax: And why aren't you wearing your sequin tux? See Ned will usually do anything for applause
Ned: While our man Jax is too dignified to perform for a worthy cause.
Alexis: Now one of these years I'm sure they'll wear him down.
Jax: Yeah when there's a blizzard in hell.
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Chloe: Oh then there's our first toast, to blizzards in Hell. I have a weakness for the impossible. V: Ok to blizzards in Hell. Something like that Cheers and to hell. All: Cheers. |
V: Jax and Chloe already went up.
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V: Oh Violets. Simon: Roses are red, violets are blue, and begin with a V. which reminds me of you. There was a man with a cart outside the hotel. I probably should have gotten roses shouldn't I. V: No these are much nicer, thank you. |
Simon: Alright let the hull off and let her rip. Alright she's picking up speed. Elevator stops. Are you OK?
V: Yeah, it's not supposed to do that.
Simon: We could probably get out through that Canopy:
V: Not in these shoes
Simon: Maybe help is on it's way.
V: Maybe the elevator only rings for ten minutes then quits.
Simon: Oh wait a sec, let me do the Francis Drake thing.
V: Thank you.
Simon: You know what makes a lift elevator go up? Most people think it's an enormous spring that pops up from the bottom of the shaft or a vacuum that sucks it up the tube.
V: No it's the counterweight attached to a parallel set of tracks. Oh you should see the one for this elevator. The maintenance team must clean it every Sunday. It's sparkling.
Simon: The chief engineer showed you?
V: Well, you could eat off of it.
Simon: Violets are edible you know, so
V: We won't starve.
Simon: It's a pity I didn't get a bottle of champagne from the hotel. You like champagne I remember that.
V: Yeah and I noticed you like to pour it whether or not the waiter wants you too.
Simon: I never understood this practice of passing champagne glasses that are already poured. Anyone could be passing along and put knockout drops in some unsuspecting person's glass.
V: Simon, speaking of champagne and knockout drops.
Simon: Oh that.
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V: There's something I've never told you about Monte Carlo. Simon: That you bonked me unconscious with a bottle of bubbly. Never mind, that's bubbly under the bridge, so to speak. V: You know? Who told you, Jerry? |
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Simon: No you were very very clever, Venus but you left one very subtle clue a lump on my head the size of a tennis ball. V: Oh, I'm sorry. Simon: That is why I cheated at cards the next night. I was determined to win a second chance with you. |
V: After what I did.
Simon: When love finally comes knocking, you're a fool to complain if it gives you a concussion.
Simon: Ahh That's much better
V: Simon - how?
The bloke fixing the lift had one of those enormous type carry around radios. Very nice fellow. I'm never going to see you again after tonight am I? Well that's good, it's better than an immediate no.
V: I'm more guilty of the things I've accused you of than you are. I was a bigger fraud in Monte Carlo than you've ever been. I beamed you with a blunt instrument something that I've never done in my life, and I'm ashamed of it. which probably has a lot to do with how I've treated you since, and I'm ashamed of that too.
Simon: Will you marry me?
V: No.
Simon: Will you kiss me?
V: I'm thinking possibly later.
Simon: May I touch the hem of your gown?
V: Definitely not.
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Simon: Well, then may I crush a violet against your lips? V: Um, maybe one. |
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Jax: So I see.
Chloe: V, Simon come on out and enjoy the gorgeous view
V: Well, I think the two of you should enjoy the elevator while it's still working.
Jax: You have a point.
Simon: A point? She's got a mind like a steel trap. If I live to be 200 she's sure to come up with some fascinating fact that'll make my hair stand on end every day.
Jax: Down please.
Simon: Damn it all can't a man experience joy, exhilaration, spiritual splendor, coporial bliss without being told to curb himself because it's not genteel.
V: Simon, I think he was talking about the down button.
Simon: Oh, yeah.