| Movie |
Dangerous Liaisons |
| Year |
1988 |
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[repeated line]
Vicomte de Valmont:
It's beyond my control.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
You'll find the shame is like the pain, you only feel it once.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
I've distilled every thing to one single principle: win or die.
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Vicomte de Valmont:
And it's not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you.
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Madame Marie de Tourvel:
...I'm beginning to think you planned the whole exercise.
Vicomte de Valmont:
I had no idea you were staying here! Not that it would have disturbed me in the slightest if I had known. You see, until I met you, I had only ever experienced desire. Love, never.
Madame Marie de Tourvel:
That's enough.
Vicomte de Valmont:
No, no, you made an accusation and you must allow me the opportunity to defend myself! Now, I'm not going to deny that I was aware of your beauty. But the point is, this has nothing to do with your beauty. As I got to know you, I began to realize that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn't know what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life. I knew it was hopeless, but that didn't matter to me. And it's not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you. Tell me what to do. Show me how to behave. I'll do anything you say.
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Vicomte de Valmont:
You see. I have no intention of breaking down her prodigiousness. I want her to believe in god and virtue and the sanctity of marriage, and still, not be able to stop herself. I want the excitement of watching her betray everything that's most important to her.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
Adopt a less marital tone.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
When I came out into society I was 15. I already knew then that the role I was condemned to, namely to keep quiet and do what I was told, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe. Not to what people told me, which naturally was of no interest to me, but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I practiced detachment. I learn how to look cheerful while under the table I stuck a fork onto the back of my hand. I became a virtuoso of deceit. I consulted the strictest moralists to learn how to appear, philosophers to find out what to think, and novelists to see what I could get away with, and in the end it all came down to one wonderfully simple principle: win or die.
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Vicomte de Valmont:
I promised her my eternal love, and I actually thought that for a couple of hours.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
Like most intellectuals, he's intensely stupid.
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Vicomte de Valmont:
Why do you suppose we only feel compelled to chase the ones who run away?
Marquise de Merteuil:
Immaturity?
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Madame de Rosemonde:
I'm sorry to say this but those who are most worthy of love are never made happy by it. Do you still think men love the way we do? No... men enjoy the happiness they feel. We can only enjoy the happiness we give. They are not capable of devoting themselves exclusively to one person. So to hope to be made happy by love is a certain cause of grief.
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Vicomte de Valmont:
You see, I have no intentions of breaking down her prejudices. I want her to believe in God and virtue and the sanctity of marriage, and still not be able to stop herself. I want the pleasure of watching her betray everything that is most important to her. Surely you can understand that. I thought betrayal was your favorite word.
Marquise de Merteuil:
No, no...”cruelty." I always think that has a nobler ring to it.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
When one woman strikes at the heart of another she seldom misses, and the wound is invariably fatal.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
I've always known I was meant to dominate your***and avenge my own.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
Well I had no choice, did I? I'm a woman. Women are obliged to be far more skillful than men. You can ruin our reputation and our life with a few well-chosen words. So of course I had to invent not only myself but ways of escape no one has every thought of before. And I've succeeded because I've always known I was born to dominate your***and avenge my own.
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Vicomte de Valmont:
I often wonder how you manage to invent yourself.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
Tell us we should think of the opera.
Chevalier Danceny:
Oh, it's sublime, don't you find?
Marquise de Merteuil:
Monsieur Darceny is one of those rare eccentrics who come here to listen to the music.
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Vicomte de Valmont:
Be careful of the Marquis
Chevalier Danceny:
You must permit me to treat with skepticism anything you have to say about her.
Vicomte de Valmont:
Nevertheless, I must tell you in this affair, we are both her creatures, as I believe her letters to me will prove. When you have read them, you may decide to circulate them.
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Marquise de Merteuil:
When it comes to the marriage, one man is as good as the next. And even the least accomodating is less trouble than a mother.
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Vicomte de Valmont:
Now, yes or no? It is up to you, of course. I will merely confine myself to remarking that a "no" will be regarded as a declaration of war. A single word is all that is required.
Marquise de Merteuil:
All right. War!
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Madame de Rosemonde:
[referring to the Vicomte de Valmont] What is true of most men is doubly so of him.
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Cécile de Volanges:
[startled by a sudden noise outside, she hears something behind the door] What is that noise?
Vicomte de Valmont:
It's probably your mother.
[gets up to investigate the sound, he see's nothing]
Vicomte de Valmont:
I can't see anything.
Cécile de Volanges:
Something is wrong!
[begins to gasp and panic]
Vicomte de Valmont:
It's all right, it was only the wind.
Cécile de Volanges:
Something is wrong with the baby. I know it.
[continues to gasp as Valmont lays helplessly behind her]
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Chevalier Danceny:
[as he lays with Merteuil, he is startled by Valmont] Monsieur Valmont!
Vicomte de Valmont:
I don't think you would be surprised to know that Madame Volanges has miscarried her firstborn child?
Chevalier Danceny:
Then I must go to her.
Marquise de Merteuil:
What a waste of time, you have more pleasures here.
Vicomte de Valmont:
Go, she is your apprentice and she will need you at this moment in her life
[kisses his forehead]
Vicomte de Valmont:
Go.I have a few words with the Marquise
[Danceny leaves]
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