Florence:   Well we can’t complain that you’ve been ignored by the press.      Freddie:   What they say? What they say?      Florence:   They’re not to polite      Freddie:   They say I’m a shit?      Florence:   Well, yes. They pulled you to pieces. In five different languages. The Times: “You thrive on unpleasantness.” Speaks French      Freddie:   I don’t believe that they can’t see my game. I’m like that tennis player, what’s his name? They love to hate me and for us, that’s dollars.   Florence:   Speaks Russian      Freddie:   Hey, look there’s a piece that some idiot’s written on you. “Florence Vassey, petite, Hungarian-born personal assistant. His gentle companion”- if they only knew!      Florence:   What do you mean? I’ve always been gentle with you, Freddie!      Both:   “She stands by her champion.”      Freddie:   I like this.      Both:   “Whose demands are so infantile”      Freddie:   I don’t like this.      Florence:   If you don’t like it then it’s up to you. They like the Russian they could like you, too.      Freddie:   Commie newspapers! Of course the bastards all support the Russians.      Florence:   But Sergievsky seems a sweet opponent. So why do you abuse him all the time? Freddie, I love you very much, but just for once, don’t go on about the Russians at the press conference, okay?