Molokov: [Spoken]
The game is greater than its players, Miss Vassy.
How true.
[Sung]
I don't know how you can allow
This harm to be done to chess,
And how this baby of yours
Can be persuaded back to the game.

Florence: [Spoken]
Easy. You stop playing politics and you start playing chess.
[Sung]
I don't know how
You have the gall to
Criticize us
When it is all too
Obvious this is what you wanted,
We get the blame.
[Spoken]
Your man, following orders, was planning some
sort of bust-up from the word go.

Molokov:
You really are mad,
He has no orders
Now let me put my cards
Upon your table--
If he is aggrieved,
then who can blame him?
He is up against a man
Who's less than stable.

Florence:
Who rocked his chair
Throughout the match then?
Who sniffed and coughed,
Began to scratch, then
Played with his flag
And tapped his fingers
Then took a walk?
[Spoken]
Your precious boy!
[Sung]
Listen, you plutocratic throwback,
You and your cronies wanna go back
Home to your Dachas, not the salt mines?
[Spoken]
We better talk!

Molokov: [Spoken]
I wish, Florienz--

Florence: [Spoken]
Florence!

Molokov: [Spoken]
Florence, you would refrain from cheap political jibe
at a time when cooperation between us is vital.
Besides, I would have thought you'd be reluctant
to criticize fellow Eastern European.

Florence: [Spoken]
Fellow Eastern Europeans! I was born a Hungarian.
Do you remember Hungary? I wish I could. I was only
five when you bastards moved in. I have no memory
of my homeland-- my mother, my father, my people--
all taken from me by you!
[Sung]
And you call yourself
A fellow Eastern European!

Molokov:
Come now, Miss Vassy,
We're digressing
Back to the point,
Let's start addressing
All our attention
To the World Chess
Championship.

Florence: [Spoken]
Cut the crap! They have to meet. If you deliver Anatoly,
I will deliver Freddie, at the Merano Mountain Inn, famous
for its peace and tranquility. That's where I'll do the business.

Molokov: [Spoken]
We'll do the business.

Florence: [Spoken]
I'll do the business.