Florence: Well, we cant complain that you've been ignored by the press. Freddie: What'd they say? What'd they say? Florence: They're not to polite Freddie: They say I'm a sh**? Florence: Well, yes. They pulled you to pieces. In five different languages. The Times: "You thrive on unpleasantness." Le Monde: "Frederick Trumper: La honte des echecs." Freddie: I don't believe that they can't see my game. = I'm like that tennis player, whats his name? = They love to hate me and for us, that's dollars. Florence: Die Welt: "Trumper: Der wilde Junge des Schachs." Freddie: Hey, look there's a piece that some idiots written on you. "Florence Va**ey, petite, Hungarian-born personal a**istant." "His gentle companion-" if they only knew! Florence: What do you mean? I've always been gentle with you, Freddie! Both: She stands by her champion. Freddie: I like this. Both: Whose demands are so infantile Freddie: I don't like this. Florence: If you don't like it then it's up to you. They like the Russian, they could like you, too. Freddie: Commie newspapers! Of course the ba*tards all support the Russians. Florence: But Sergievsky seems a sweet opponent. So why do you abuse him all the time? Freddie, I love you very much, but just for once, don't go on about the Russians at the press conference, okay?