FLORENCE: How many women would drive themselves crazy By arguing over a game of chess? Not very many -- the way things are going There'll soon be one less! FREDDIE: Don't believe you, sweetie pie -- FLORENCE: Listen, Freddie -- I too had ambitions How did I get waylaid? How can such a flower A sensitive soul, a delicate child Wind up as a nursemaid Respectably set for the glittering prizes Instead of which I landed you -- FREDDIE: You'll get your prizes! I'm ninety percent of the way to the top of the heap. FLORENCE: Thanks -- ten percent -- you got me cheap. FREDDIE: No, no, Florence -- I mean we are ninety percent of the way -- FLORENCE: How many women -- articulate women With something to shout about -- Spend their time Playing a game in which silence is golden And speaking a crime? FREDDIE: Maybe if he moved his king.... FLORENCE: All of my struggles for qualifications -- My nights with Goethe and Proust Recklessly abandoned For you who thinks Chekhov is king to G3 And Joyce my college roommate! But then when I show you a move you can't fathom I have to admit it feels great -- FREDDIE: Great news for chess fans! Yeah, that's how he did it -- yeah, that's how the Communist Plays! FLORENCE: Maybe I deserve a raise.
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