The Glass Slipper (1955)
Michael Wilding: Prince Charles
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Quotes
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Kovin : [taps charles with his pipe] You're not well Charles. You're not yourself... You know what ails you. Careful, Charles. Remember your special weakness.
Prince Charles : [playing the melody to "climbing rose" on the piano] She's frightened, sad and hurt. Afraid to hope, expecting ridicule. A tender heart half afraid to love.
Kovin : Oh, Careful, Charles.
Prince Charles : [upset, he stops playing] Why be careful? Every man has his own special vulnerability. I once knew a man who couldn't resist fat women; women with rolls. Another who fell madly in love with everytime a woman slapped his face. Well this is mine.
[smiles, and resumes playing, this time a more jovial variation of the tune]
Prince Charles : Why go against nature?
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Cousin Loulou : I should like to present my cousin Mrs. Sonder, and her two daughters Birdena and Serafina.
Kovin : [interrupts, elbowing his way between Birdena and the Widow] Charles. I beg your pardon.
Birdena : It's a great privilege, Your Highness. I'm looking forward to hearing about your travels.
Serafina : Oh yes! We're very fond of Paris.
Prince Charles : Oh, you know Paris?
Birdena : Oh, we don't precisely know Paris, but we're very devoted to it, aren't we, Cousin Loulou? It's so French!
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Prince Charles : That day I ran away from home, I stripped to the buff and bathed in this pool.
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Prince Charles : Life can be pretty unbearable if you don't have anything to hope for.
Ella : Do you have something to hope for?
Prince Charles : I think I'm beginning to have.
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Prince Charles : [singing] Climbing rose, On the wall, Pluck it now, Before the petals fall. Apple ripe, On the bough, Take if for the time, To take is now. Happy day, Sun or rain, Live it for, It never comes again. Lads have died, Young and gay, Pretty maids, Can fade away. Nothing is forever...
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Prince Charles : Riding through town, I kept remember something that happened years ago. I'd been home for the holidays and was leaving to return to school. My carriage was held up in the middle of the town because something was going on in the street ahead, blocking our path. It involved a child - a little girl of about five. She was crying in a sort of tragic frenzy. She'd run out of her house in the path of the carriage and some towns people were trying to hold her back. I don't know what it was all about. But one thing I've remembered ever since in the most minute detail: she had great, agonized, rebellious eyes, fringed with dark lashes, and her cheeks were wet with tears. It was the most tragic face I ever saw. Not just sad. It had the agony of a Greek Tragedy, beyond hope of comforting. I've never known sorrow, not really, but ever since that day, I've felt I've had some knowledge of what it's like, of all the human soul can stand of pain and misery. And ever since that day, I find it almost impossible to resist a weeping woman.
