Colonel Hugh Pickering:
How do you do it, may I ask?
Professor Henry Higgins:
Simple phonetics. The science of speech. That's my profession. Also my hobby. Anyone can spot an Irishman or a Yorkshireman by his brogue, but I can place a man within six miles. I can place him within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets.
Eliza Doolittle:
Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward.
Colonel Hugh Pickering:
Is there a living in that?
Professor Henry Higgins:
Oh, yes, quite a fat one.
Eliza Doolittle:
Let him mind his own business and leave a poor girl.
Professor Henry Higgins:
Woman! Cease this detestable boohooing instantly, or else seek the shelter of some other place of worship.
Eliza Doolittle:
I have a right to be here if I like, same as you.
Professor Henry Higgins:
A woman who utters such disgusting and depressing noises has no right to be anywhere. No right to live. Remember that you're a human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech. That your native language is the language of Shakespeare and Milton and the Bible. Don't sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon.
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