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Harold Pinter


Quotations

  • ''Anna: I'm getting married.
    Stephen: Oh. Who to?
    Anna: William.
    Stephen: Ah. Have you told him?''
    Harold Pinter (b. 1930), British playwright, screenwriter, and Joseph Losey. Anna (Jacqueline Sassard) and Stephen (Dirk Bogarde), Accident, ending their affair (1967). Based on The Novel by Nic.
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  • ''I'm a gentleman's gentleman, and you're no bloody gentleman.''
    Harold Pinter (b. 1930), British screenwriter, and Joseph Losey. Barrett (Dirk Bogarde), The Servant, to his employer.
  • ''Isn't it true that every aristocrat wants to die?''
    Harold Pinter (b. 1930), British playwright, screenwriter, and Joseph Losey. Stephen (Dirk Bogarde), Accident, to an aristocratic student (1967). some years before Pinter married Lady Antonia Fraser. Based on The Novel by Nic.
  • ''Do you think you go well with the color scheme?''
    Harold Pinter (b. 1930), British screenwriter, and Joseph Losey. Susan (Wendy Craig), The Servant, to her fiancé's manservant, whom she despises.

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Poem (Don't look...)

Don't look.
The world's about to break.

Don't look.
The world's about to chuck out all its light
and stuff us in the chokepit of its dark,
That black and fat suffocated place
Where we will kill or die or dance or weep
Or scream of whine or squeak like mice
To renegotiate our starting price.

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