QUANDO O CINEMA ERA CINEMA

Excerto de um diálogo entre a inebriante Eva Marie Saint (Eve) e o senhor Cary Grant (Thornhill), no “North By Northwest” de Alfred Hitchcock. A cena passa-se no comboio, numa altura em que Roger O. Thornhill (Grant) foge da polícia e dos «bandidos».

Thornhill:
Well, here we are again.

Eve:
Yes

Thornhill:
Recommend anything?

Eve:
The brook trout. A little ‘trouty’ but quite good.

Thornhill:
Sold.

Thornhill:
I know. I look vaguely familiar to you.

Eve:
Yes

Thornhill:
You feel you’ve seen me somewhere before.

Eve:
Yes

Thornhill:
Funny how I have that effect on people wherever I go. Something about my face…

Eve:
It’s a nice face

Thornhill:
You really think so?

Eve:
I would never say it if I didn’t.

Thornhill:
Oh – you’re ‘that’ type.

Eve:
What type?

Thornhill:
Honest

Eve:
Not really.

Thornhill:
Good. Honest women frighten me.

Eve:
Why?

Thornhill:
I feel at a disadvantage with them.

Eve:
Because you are not honest with them.

Thornhill:
Exactly.

Eve:
Like that business about the seven parking tickets…

Thornhill:
What I meant is: the moment I meet an attractive girl, I have to start pretending that I’ve no desire to make love to her.

Eve:
What makes you think you have to conceal it?

Thornhill:
She might find the idea objectionable.

Eve:
And then again, she might not.

Thornhill:
Think how lucky I am to have been seated here.

Eve:
Luck had nothing to do with it.

Thornhill:
Fate?

Eve:
I tipped the steward five dollars to seat you here if you should come in.

Thornhill:
Is that a proposition?

Eve:
I never make love on an empty stomach.

Thornhill:
You’ve already eaten.

Eve:
But you haven’t.


Delicious!