Impromptu

1:06:05

Chopin hates my paintings.

1:06:09

No. Dear friend, I am just a musician.
What do I know?

1:06:13

They... They are very...

1:06:19

- Are you ill?
- No.

1:06:21

I only wish to lie down for a minute.

1:06:26

I have a room just to the side
where you can relax.

1:06:32

It’s all right, everyone.
She’s going to be all right.

1:06:36

- What do you suppose is wrong?
- She’s probably pregnant again.

1:06:40

There’s George.

1:06:43

Excuse me.
I have no desire to speak to that woman.

1:06:53

Chopinsky! You hiding from George too?

1:06:58

You would know the reason.

1:07:00

I don’t want to spoil a good
drunken stupor by imagining your reason.

1:07:03

Ever since the latest chapter
of her egregious memoir was published,

1:07:07

I can hardly show my face anywhere.

1:07:09

Did you read her latest novel?
It’s not literature, it’s drainage.

1:07:14

She only wrote good books
when she was with me.

1:07:17

Every morning while she was sleeping
I’d cross out half her adjectives.

1:07:21

Hercules could not have done it.

1:07:24

He’d have rather
cleaned out the bloody stables.

1:07:30

Know what’s funny?

1:07:33

- She doesn’t come.
- Oh.

1:07:35

She makes a lot of pretty noise,
but she can’t come.

1:07:38

Like her books - lovesick posturing
and pretence for quick money.

1:07:42

Oh, what a whore she is.

1:07:45

This is despicable. You are drunk.

1:07:49

My only regret is that I didn’t put 20 francs
on the mantelpiece the first time.

1:07:54

I can assure you, monsieur,

1:07:56

that Madame Sand will gain no money
from you on my account.