Alfred:
There is no sincerity like a woman telling a lie.
Alfred:
You know, I'm too old for this sort of evening. I always was.
Anna:
How dare he make love to me and not be a married man.
Anna:
I like a man with a glass in his hand.
Anna:
This is a very diplomatic matter, I don't want you putting your foot in it.
Phillip:
I deal with diplomatic matters every day without feet.
Philip:
Oh, I tell you. Women are not the sensitive sex. That's one of the grand delusions of literature. Men are the true romanticists.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
