The English Patient

(I love a good movie about obsession and obsessive love. Deep passionate, crazy. And why does Ralph Fiennes always seem to be in them?)

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Him: - Why were you holding his collar?

Her: - What?
Him: ''What''? That boy. That little boy.

Him: You were holding his collar. You were gripping his collar. What for?
Him: Hmm? ls he next?
Him: Are you going to drag him into your little room? Where is it? ls this it?

Her: - Don't do this.

Him: - l've watched you.
Him: l've watched you at garden parties, on verandss, at the races.

Him: - How can you... stand there?

Her: - Please.

Him: How can you ever smile as if your life hadn't capsized?

Her: You know why?

Him: Dance with me.
Her: No.

Him: Dance with me.
Him: l want to touch you.

Him: l want the things which are mine which belong to me.

Her: Do you think you're the only one who feels anything?
Her: ls that what you think?                   

Her: Why don't you go?