I’m not lying. I’m capable of, and willing to, genuinely believe in the opposite of my personal convictions. I can do that in certain situations.
You’ve been spying on me all my entire life?[Sister Liesl]It’s not called spying when you’re the parent. It’s called nurturing. Or at the very least, interest.[Zsa-zsa Korda]
You’re worse than me. You’re not human. You’re biblical.[to Nubar]
Why am I sole heir to your estate? You have eight sons at last count.[Sister Liesl]Nine sons.[Zsa-zsa Korda]Nine sons. What about them?[Sister Liesl]They’re not my heirs.[Zsa-zsa Korda]Why not?[Sister Liesl]I have my reasons.[Zsa-zsa Korda]Which are what?[Sister Liesl]My reasons? I’m not saying. I’m saying I’m not saying.[Zsa-zsa Korda]
Never buy good pictures. Buy masterpieces.
Myself, I feel very safe.[repeated line]
Is this supposed to be here? It was under the lunch trolley.[Bjorn]Oh, dear.[Sister Liesl]How much time does it say?[Zsa-zsa Korda]18 minutes.[Bjorn]Perfectly fine. We land in ten.[Zsa-zsa Korda]
I’m disinheriting myself from you.[Sister Liesl]What a terrible thing to say to a father. Especially during your trial period.[Zsa-zsa Korda]
I don’t have a passport. Normal people want the basic human rights that accompany citizenship in any sovereign nation. I don’t. My legal residence is a shack in Portugal. My official domicile is a hut on the Black Sea. My certificated abode is a lodge perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the sub-Saharan rainforest accessible only by goat path. I don’t live anywhere. I’m not a citizen at all. I don’t need my human rights.
Help yourself to a hand grenade.[repeated line]