Florence:
Well we can’t complain that you’ve been ignored by the press.
Freddie:
What they say? What they say?
Florence:
They’re not to polite
Freddie:
They say I’m a shit?
Florence:
Well, yes. They pulled you to pieces. In five different languages. The Times: “You thrive on unpleasantness.” Speaks French
Freddie:
I don’t believe that they can’t see my game. I’m like that tennis player, what’s his name? They love to hate me and for us, that’s dollars.
Florence:
Speaks Russian
Freddie:
Hey, look there’s a piece that some idiot’s written on you. “Florence Vassey, petite, Hungarian-born personal assistant. His gentle companion”- if they only knew!
Florence:
What do you mean? I’ve always been gentle with you, Freddie!
“She stands by her champion.”
Freddie:
I like this.
“Whose demands are so infantile”
Freddie:
I don’t like this.
Florence:
If you don’t like it then it’s up to you. They like the Russian they could like you, too.
Freddie:
Commie newspapers! Of course the bastards all support the Russians.
Florence:
But Sergievsky seems a sweet opponent. So why do you abuse him all the time? Freddie, I love you very much, but just for once, don’t go on about the Russians at the press conference, okay?

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