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  • Gulley Jimson: What are your feet like? Charwoman: Why? Gulley Jimson: If they're really old, trampled feet - as I suspect - I'd like to draw them. Charwoman: Draw your own feet! [she leaves] Gulley Jimson: Old women's feet... thin, flat, long, clinging to the ground like reptiles. Gulley Jimson: Go away. Scram. Tie lead weights to your feet, fireworks in your hair, kiss your mother goodbye and jump in the river. I don't know you. I don't want to know you. Buzz off! Explode! Gulley Jimson: [to Nosey] Now see what you've done. Got me locked out for life. [Referring to prison] Nosey: My bike! Bring it back. My bike! Man in the Street 1: Stop, thief! Stop, thief! Man in the Street 2: Stop, thief! Man in the Street 1: Stop, thief! Stop, thief! Bobby: [Blows his whistle] Nosey: No, no no. It's all right. He's - he's a not a theif. He's a friend of mine. Bobby: You start yelling "stop, thief" at innocent people... Nosey: I never did. Bobby: ...and you'll find yourself in hot water. Now, be off with you. And pull your socks up. Constable: Mr. Jimson? Gulley Jimson: No. That's my first cousin, once removed, an artist who's always getting into trouble with the police. He just went up the road. Shall I call him back? Constable: Have you just sent a telephone message of a threatening character to Mr. Hickson of Portland Place? Gulley Jimson: I only said I'd burn his house down and cut his liver out. Constable: Now he doesn't want to prosecute, but if you go on making a nuissance of yourself, well, he's gonna have to take steps. Gulley Jimson: Would he rather I cut his liver out without phoning? Constable: Now, come now, Mr. Jimson. Put yourself in his place. Gulley Jimson: I wish I could. It's a very nice place. Gulley Jimson: Of course you want to be an artist. Everybody does, once. But they get over it, like measles and chicken pox. Nosey: But there have to be artists! Gulley Jimson: And lunatics too! But why go and live in an asylum before you're sent for? Miss D. Coker: Excuse me, Mrs. Monday, I'm Miss D. Coker, a friend of Mr. Jimson's and we want a few words with you, and not in the street, if you please. Hodges: Are you sure that Sir and Lady Beeder are expecting you? Gulley Jimson: Expecting me? They're down on their knees praying for me. Gulley Jimson: 复制 复制成功 复制失败,请手动复制
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  • Anyone at home? Mrs. Morton Graines Waring? She's gone to Java. 复制 复制成功 复制失败,请手动复制
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  • Abel: That's all right, I'll work down there. Come. I want to get started. Gulley Jimson: What are you doing? Miss D. Coker: I'm saying my prayers; I forgot them. Gulley Jimson: I thought you hated G-d. Miss D. Coker: Maybe I do. Gulley Jimson: Why do you pray then? Miss D. Coker: Well, he's our Father, isn't he? Gulley Jimson: That's a funny reason. Gulley Jimson: I like it here: bricks and broken glass, and an old garbage can. It's the story of my life. Gulley Jimson: It could happen to anyone, dear. All the greatest artists got their squares wrong. Numbers were invented by Arabs who hate art. 复制 复制成功 复制失败,请手动复制
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