Charlotte Haze:
[to Humbert]
You must see the garden before you go, you must. My flowers win prizes around here. They're the talk of the neighborhood. Voila! My yellow roses, my - my daughter.
[to Lolita sunbathing in the garden, listening to the radio]
Charlotte Haze:
Darling, turn that down please.
[to Humbert]
Charlotte Haze:
I can offer you a comfortable home, a sunny garden, a congenial atmosphere - my cherry pies.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:42