Fanny (1961)
Horst Buchholz: Marius
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Quotes
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Fanny : Why weren't you at the dance last night?
Marius : Well, I can live without dancing.
Fanny : I dance practically every dance with Victor. Very good dancer. Very polite and clever too.
Marius : Victor? Is he that little boy with the large pimples?
Fanny : Oh the pimples are all gone now.
Marius : I'm glad to hear it.
Fanny : They've been replaced by boils.
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Marius : [Torn between Fanny and his dream] Fanny. Only you can stop me. Now tell me that you love me. Tell me now!
Fanny : [Weeping] Marius, I tell you... you are free to go.
Marius : [Heartbroken] Alright. Then it's settled. Each to his love! You will marry Panisse's money, and I will marry the sea!
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Marius : What's the difference if I love you or not? I can't marry...
Fanny : Why? Do you dislike me, then? Do you hate me? Am I something ugly to you?
Marius : Fanny... I want to go away. I have to. I'm trapped here among people who maybe love me too much. Look at this harbor, these boats. Every man who walks across one of those gangplanks is a freer man than I am. It's driven me almost crazy.
Marius : Once when I was a little boy, the Admiral and I watched a strange ship come into the harbor. We went aboard and we met an old sailor with a beard like a snowstorm. He told us about the isles beneath the wind... where black trees grow, and when you cut them, they're gold inside. And smell of camphor, and pepper. That's when it happened, this deep, painful wish I have. Whenever I see a boat steaming out of the harbor it makes me dizzy. As though I were falling forward, always to the sea.
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Marius : Little by little it began. At night in my hammock I started thinking about you. I saw you standing by your shellfish stall in your little straw hat. I could smell the scent of your cheeks.
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Marius : [Staring lovingly at the sea, and a sail boat coming into the harbour] I want to be on that ship!
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Marius : Don't tempt me, Fanny!
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Marius : I'm leaving for America tomorrow. I'm sick of living in exile on the outskirts of my life.