— Paris for me... was more than living on the streets... and trying to put it on the paper, do you know what I mean?
— My dream has always been to just run away and become an artist... living in a garret, poor but free.
— You wouldn't last two days. There's no hot water and hardly ever any caviar.
— I happen to hate caviar. And I hate people telling me what dreams I should and shouldn't have. I'm sorry. You're right. Well, all right. Everybody expects me to be this delicate little flower, which I'm not. I'm sturdy. I'm strong as a horse. I'm here to do something, not just sit around and be decorative.
— Jack, must you go?
— Time for me to row with the other slaves.
— You're distracting me. Go away.
— I can't. I'm involved now. You let go, and I'm going to have to jump in there after you.
— Stupid, really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the... Propellers, and I slipped. And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson here... saved me. And almost
went over himself. <...>
— You'll want to tie those. It's interesting... the young lady slipped so suddenly... and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.
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