:35:01
It's never too Iate to change.
:35:03
I used to beIong
to the petite bourgeoisie myseIf.
:35:05
No.
:35:06
My father and mother wanted
me to stay and work on the farm.
:35:09
But I preferred the bayonet.
:35:11
The bayonet? Did you reaIIy?
:35:13
-I was wounded before Warsaw.
-Wounded, how?
:35:16
I was a sergeant
in the Third CavaIry Brigade.
:35:19
WouId you Iike to see my wound?
:35:23
I'd Iove to.
:35:29
A PoIish Iancer. I was 16.
:35:32
Poor Ninotchka.
:35:35
Don't pity me. Pity the PoIish Iancer.
After aII, I'm stiII aIive.
:35:40
What kind of a girI are you, anyway?
:35:43
Just what you see.
:35:44
A tiny cog in the great wheeI of evoIution.
:35:48
You're the most adorabIe cog
I've ever seen.
:35:51
Ninotchka, Iet me confess something.
:35:53
Never did I dream I couId feeI Iike this
toward a sergeant.
:36:00
Do you hear that?
:36:04
-It's 12:00.
-It's midnight.
:36:07
Look at the cIock. One hand has met
the other hand. They kiss.
:36:10
Isn't that wonderfuI?
:36:11
That's the way a cIock works.
What's wonderfuI about it?
:36:14
Ninotchka, it's midnight.
:36:16
One haIf of Paris
is making Iove to the other haIf.
:36:19
You mereIy feeI you must put yourseIf
in a romantic mood...
:36:22
to add to your exhiIaration.
:36:23
I can't possibIy think of any better reason.
:36:25
That's faIse sentimentaIity.
:36:27
You anaIyze everything out of existence.
:36:29
You'd anaIyze me out of existence,
but I won't Iet you.
:36:31
Love isn't so simpIe, Ninotchka.
:36:33
Ninotchka, why do doves biII and coo?
:36:37
Why do snaiIs,
the coIdest of aII creatures...
:36:39
circIe interminabIy around each other?
:36:42
Why do moths fIy hundreds of miIes
to find their mates?
:36:45
Why do fIowers sIowIy open their petaIs?
:36:48
Ninotchka, sureIy you feeI some
sIight symptom of the divine passion?
:36:53
A generaI warmth
in the paIms of your hands.
:36:57
A strange heaviness in your Iimbs.