My Fair Lady

23.976 English for HI

My Fair Lady (1964)

Freddy, go and find a cab.

Do you want me to catch pneumonia?

Don't just stand there, Freddy. Go and find a cab.

All right, I'll get one.

Look where you're goin', dear. Look where you're goin'!

I'm so sorry.

Two bunches o' violets trod in the mud. A full day's wages.

Freddy, go and find a cab.

Yes, Mother.

He's your son, is he?

If you'd done your duty as a mother should...

...you wouldn't let 'im spoil a poor girl's flow'rs and run away without payin'.

Go about your business, my girl.

And you wouldn't go off without payin', either.

Two bunches o' violets trod in the mud.

Sir, is there any sign of it stopping?

I'm afraid not. It's worse than before.

If it's worse, it's a sign it's nearly over.

Cheer up, Capt'n, buy a flow'r off a poor girl.

I'm sorry, I haven't any change.

I can change 'alf a crown. Take this for tuppence.

I told you, I'm awfully sorry. Wait a minute.

Oh, yes. Here's three ha' pence, if that's any use to you.

Thank you, sir.

You be careful. Better give 'im a flower for it.

There's a bloke here behind that pillar...

...takin' down every blessed word you're sayin'.

I ain't done nothin' wrong by speakin' to the gentleman.

I've a right to sell flow'rs if I keep off the curb.

I'm a respectable girl, so help me.

I never spoke to him except to ask him to buy a flow'r off me.

- What's the bloomin' noise? - A tec's takin' her down.

I'm makin' an honest livin'.

Who's doing all that shouting?

Sir, don't let 'im charge me. You dunno what it means to me.

They'll take away me character and drive me on the streets...

...for speakin' to gentlemen.

There, there. Who's hurting you, you silly girl? What'd you take me for?

On my Bible oath, I never spoke a word.

Shut up! Do I look like a policeman?

Why'd ya take down me words? 'Ow do I know you took me down right?

You just show me what you wrote ab'ut me.

That ain't proper writin'. I can't read it.

I can.

"I say, Capt'n, now buy a flow'r off a poor girl. "

Oh, it's cause I called him "Capt'n. "

I meant no 'arm. Sir, don't let him lay a charge against me for a word like that.

I'll make no charge. Really, sir, if you are a detective...

...you needn't protect me against molestation from young women...

...until I ask you.

Anyone could tell the girl meant no harm.

He ain't no tec. He's a gentleman. Look at his boots.

How are all your people down at Selsey?

Who told you my people come from Selsey?

Never mind, they do.

How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove.

What 'arm is there in my leavin' Lisson Grove?

It weren't fit for pigs to live. I had to pay four and six a week.

Live where you like but stop that noise!

Come, come, he can't touch you. You've a right to live where you please.

I'm a good girl, I am.

- Where do I come from? - Hawkestone.

Who said I didn't? Blimey, you know everything, you do.

You, sir, do you think you could find me a taxi?

Madam, it's stopped raining.

You can get a motorbus to Hampton Court.

Isn't that where you live?

What impertinence!

Tell 'im where he comes from, if you wanta go fortune-telling.

Cheltenham, Harrow...

...Cambridge and...

...India?

Quite right.

He ain't a tec, he's a bloomin' busybody.

Do you do this sort of thing for a living at a music hall?

I have thought of it. Perhaps I will one day.

He's no gentleman, he ain't, to interfere with a poor girl!

How do you do it, may I ask?

Simple phonetics. The science of speech. That's my profession. Also my hobby.

Anyone can spot an Irishman or a Yorkshireman by his brogue...

...but I can place a man within six miles.

I can place 'im within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets.

Ought to be ashamed of 'imself, unmanly coward.

- Is there a living in that? - Oh, yes.

Let him mind his own business and leave a poor girl alone.

Cease this detestable boohooing instantly...

...or else seek the shelter of some other place of worship!

I have a right to be here if I like, same as you!

A woman who utters such disgusting, depressing noises...

...has no right to be anywhere, no right to live.

Remember, you're a human with a soul...

...and the divine gift of articulate speech.

Your native language is the language of Shakespeare and...

...Milton and the Bible. Don't sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon.

Aoow!

"Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters

"Condemned by every syllable she utters

"By right she should be taken out and hung

"For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue"

Aoow!

Heavens, what a sound!

"This is what the British population

"Calls an elementary education"

Come, sir, I think you've picked a poor example.

Did I?

"Hear them down in Soho Square Dropping H's everywhere

"Speaking English any way they like

"Hey, you, sir, did you go to school?

"What ya tike me for, a fool?

"No one taught him 'take' instead of 'tike'

"Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse Hear a Cornishman converse

"I'd rather hear a choir singing flat

"Chickens cackling in a barn Just like this one

"Garn!

"Garn!

"I ask you, sir, what sort of word is that?

"It's 'aoow' and 'garn' that keep her in her place

"Not her wretched clothes and dirty face

"Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?

"This verbal class distinction by now should be antique

"If you spoke as she does, sir, instead of the way you do

"Why, you might be selling flowers, too"

I beg your pardon.

"An Englishman's way of speaking absolutely classifies him

"The moment he talks he makes some other Englishman despise him

"One common language I'm afraid we'll never get

"Oh, why can't the English learn to...

"... set a good example to people whose English is painful to your ears

"The Scotch and the Irish leave you close to tears

"There even are places where English completely disappears

"Why, in America they haven't used it for years!

"Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?

"Norwegians learn Norwegian, the Greeks are taught their Greek

"In France every Frenchman knows his language from 'A' to 'Z'

"The French don't care what they do actually

"As long as they pronounce it properly"

"Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning

"The Hebrews learn it backwards which is absolutely frightening

"Use proper English, you're regarded as a freak

"Oh, why can't the English

"Why can't the English learn to speak?"

Thank you.

See this creature with her curbstone English...

...that'll keep her in the gutter till the end of her days?

In six months I could pass her off as a duchess at an Embassy Ball.

I could get her a job as a lady's maid or a shop assistant...

...which requires better English.

What's that you say?

Yes, you squashed cabbage leaf!

You disgrace to the noble architecture of these columns!

You incarnate insult to the English language!

I could pass you off as the Queen of Sheba.

You don't believe that, Capt'n?

Anything's possible. I, myself, am a student of Indian dialects.

Are you? Do you know Colonel Pickering, the author of Spoken Sanskrit?

I am Colonel Pickering. Who are you?

I'm Henry Higgins, author of Higgins' Universal Alphabet.

I came from India to meet you!

I was going to India to meet you!

- Higgins! - Pickering!

- Where are you staying? - At the Carleton.

No, you're not. You're staying at 27A Wimpole Street.

You come with me. We'll have a little jaw over supper.

Indian dialects have always fascinated me.

Buy a flower. I'm short for me lodgin'.

Liar!

You said you could change half a crown.

You ought to be stuffed with nails, you ought!

Here, take the whole bloomin' basket for a sixpence!

A reminder.

How many are there actually? How many what?

Indian dialects?

No fewer than 147 distinct languages...

...are recorded as vernacular in India.

Shouldn't we stand up, gentlemen? We've got a bloomin' heiress in our midst.

Would you be lookin' for a good butler, Eliza?

Well, you won't do.

"It's rather dull in town I think I'll take me to Paris

"The missus wants to open up the castle in Capri

"Me doctor recommends a quiet summer by the sea

"Wouldn't it be loverly?"

Where are ya bound for this year, Eliza? Biarritz?

"All I want is a room somewhere

"Far away from the cold night air

"With one enormous chair

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

"Lots of chocolate for me to eat

"Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat

"Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

"Oh, so loverly sittin'

"Absobloominlutely still

"I would never budge till Spring

"Crept over the winder sill

"Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee

"Warm and tender as he can be

"Who takes good care of me

"Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?