BESIEGED - by DT-Besotted

Thank you!... It was... it was most kind... I mean, it was very thoughtful of you to mend the hem of my trousers.

Shandurai: I do not understand you. I don't understand this music, eh?
Kinsky: I rather hoped you might keep it.
Shandurai: Is not possible I keep this. You know? Is why? Why do I keep this?
Kinsky: I love you. I absolutely.... I, I'm in love with you.
Shandurai: I'm sorry. I think I should go.
Kinsky: Marry me!
Shandurai: Marry you?!
Kinsky: Marry me, yes. Please.
Shandurai: I can't marry you.
Kinsky: Marry me!.... I've never felt anything like this before. I've never... I've never said such things! I love you. I love you. We could go anywhere. I'll go anywhere with you. We could go to Africa..... Please Love me. Love me! I'll do anything. What do I have to do to make you love me? I'll do anything. I'll do anything.
Shandurai: You get my husband out of jail!
Kinsky: I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were married. ... May I ask you why he is in jail?

I believe this is yours.

Minister: Anyone who tries to preserve his life will lose it, and anyone who loses it will be kept safe.

Come in... no, no, please, please, please, ... come on in.

Shandurai: There's not much to dust now.
Kinsky: Yesss... I know... The carpet could do with some hoovering, though.

Shandurai: You sure I don't disturb(a) you
Kinsky: No, go ahead.

[dialogue in Italian]
Kinsky: Wait, you're a vampire, you want my blood!
Piano buyer: Yes, Count Dracula! That one, price is 35 million lira.
Kinsky: I need 50!
Piano buyer: Resign yourself. It's not a piano; it's a wheelbarrow. Add a couple of handles and you can push it around.
Kinsky: Let's make it 40!
Piano buyer: Bingo! Don't say a thing or I'll blow my top and give you 30.
Kinsky: 35, okay.
Piano buyer: Badda-boom. W

ell, as a matter of fact, I'm giving a small concert next Friday... some friends... perhaps you could arrange to be there and help... I'll be performing a little piece I've composed. You'll probably find it rather...trivial.

Shandurai: I wanted to ask you if..... uh...
Kinsky: What?
Shandurai: There's this friend of mine, and its his birthday on Friday, so I wanted to give him a present and I thought that maybe he could be at your concert.
Kinsky: Yes, of course. The one who was making so much noise.
Shandurai: I meant to say sorry.... I didn't know he was coming... He's not my boyfriend!
Kinsky: (tapping his fingers on the wall) Ta dah tadah dah tadadah ta dah tadah dah tadadah

Shandurai: An incredible thing has happened. I heard from my husband and he is alive. He's been freed. Free.
Kinsky: Well that's marvelous news. You must... you must be very happy.
Shandurai: Yes ah... I wanted to ask you if it would be OK if Winston stays downstairs with me for a few days.
Kinsky: Of, of course, of course. When is he arriving?
Shandurai: Very early in the morning.
Kinsky: Well, that's very exciting for you.
Shandurai: He's a brave man, you know. He's a good man. I respect him very much.
Kinsky: Hm. Found the ball.

Kinsky: Oh, I don't really give concerts...
Minister: What?
Kinsky: I don't play in public.
Minister: Why not?
Kinsky: Uh, one of the finest pianists of our day, Vladimir Horowitz, he uh, he stopped playing at the peak of his career, became convniced that his fingers were made of glass; each time he [started] he was terrified the fingers might just shatter. Franco Ferraro, wonderful Italian conductor, every time he mounted the podium he sensed this, this little, terrible force, pushing him backwards...just fainted away, fainted away every time.

I don't faint. Oopssss!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, we've all had enough.

Minister: Why don't you play in public.
Kinsky: Me? I'm just... not.... good enough.