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?