All language subtitles for My.Fair.Lady.1964.2160p.UHD.BluRay.x265-SURCODE.English

Splendid.

Sorry, sir, I've already got a fare.

I'm free, sir! Over here!

Yes, coming, sir.

Over here, sir!

- Make way.
- Here you are, sir.

Turn your lights on.

Move, darn it.

Freddy, go and find a cab.

Do you want me to catch pneumonia?

- Watch out, daffy.
- Get on with it, love.

Don't just stand there, Freddy.
Go and find a cab.

All right, I'll get it. I'll get it.

I'm getting wet!

I'm sorry.

Look where you're going, dear.
Look where you're going.

I'm so sorry.

Two bunches of violets trod in the mud.

A full day's wages.

Freddy.

Freddy, go and find a cab!

Yes, Mother.

Oh, he's your son, is he?

Well, if you'd done your duty by him
as a mother should,

you wouldn't let him spoil
a poor girl's flowers

and then run away without paying.

Go about your business, my girl.

And you wouldn't go off
without paying either.

Two bunches of violets trod in the mud.

Good heavens.

Sir, is there any sign of it stopping?

- I'm afraid not. It's worse than before.
- Oh, dear.

If it's worse,
it's a sign it's nearly over.

Cheer up, captain.
Buy a flower off a poor girl.

I'm sorry. I haven't any change.

I can change half a crown.
Here, take this for tuppence.

I told you, I'm awfully sorry, I haven't—

Wait a minute. Oh, yes.

Here's three ha'pence,
if that's any use to you.

Thank you, sir.

You be careful.
Better give him a flower for it.

There's a bloke here behind that pillar

taking down every blessed word
you're saying.

I ain't done nothing wrong
by speaking to the gentleman.

I've a right to sell flowers
if I keep off the curb.

I'm a respectable girl, so help me!

I never spoke to him
except to ask him to buy a flower off me!

- Don't start.
- What's all the bloomin' noise?

There's a tec taking her down.

I'm making an honest living.

- Who's doing all that shouting?
- Where is it coming from?

Oh, sir, don't let him charge me.
They don't know what it means to me.

They'll take away me character
and drive me on the streets

for speaking to gentlemen!

There, there, there, there.

Who's hurting you, you silly girl?
What do you take me for?

- On my Bible oath, I never spoke a word.
- Shut up. Do I look like a policeman?

Then what did you take down me words for?
How do I know you took me down right?

You just show me what you wrote about me.

That ain't proper writing.
I can't read it.

I can.

"I say, captain,
now buy a flower off a poor girl."

Oh, it's 'cause I called him "captain."

I meant no harm.

Sir, don't let him lay a charge against me
for a word like that.

Charge? I'll make no charge.

Really, sir, if you are a detective,
you needn't begin protecting me

against molestation from young women
until I ask you.

Anyone could tell the girl meant no harm.

He ain't no tec. He's a gentleman.
Look at his boots.

How are all your people down at Selsey?

Who told you my people come from Selsey?

Never mind. They do.

How do you come to be up so far east?
You were born in Lisson Grove.

Oh, what harm is there
my leaving Lisson Grove?

It weren't fit for a pig to live in
and I had to pay four and six a week—

Live where you like, but stop that noise.

Come, come, he can't touch you.
You've a right to live where you please.

- I'm a good girl, I am.
- Yes, yes.

Where do I come from?

Hoxton.

Well, who said I didn't?
Blimey, you know everything, you do.

You, sir, do you think
you could find me a taxi?

I don't know whether you've noticed,
madam, but it's stopped raining.

You can get a motor bus to Hampton Court.

Well, that's where you live, isn't it?

What impertinence.

Hey, tell him where he comes from,
you want to go fortune-telling.

Cheltenham,

Harrow,

Cambridge and…

India?

Quite right.

Blimey, he ain't a tec,
he's a blooming busybody.

Sir, do you do this sort of thing
for a living at a music hall?

Well, I have thought of it.
Perhaps I will one day.

He's no gentleman, he ain't,
to interfere with a poor girl!

- How do you do it, may I ask?
- 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.

Ought to be ashamed of himself,
unmanly coward.

- Is there a living in that?
- Yes, quite a fat one.

Let him mind his own business
and leave a poor girl—

Woman! Cease this detestable
boo-hooing instantly.

Or else seek the shelter
of some other place of worship.

I have a right to be here if I like,
same as you.

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.

Look at her
A prisoner of the gutters

Condemned by every syllable she utters

By right
She should be taken out and hung

For the cold-blooded murder
Of the English tongue

Heavens, what a sound

This is what the British population

Calls an elementary education

Come, sir.
I think you picked a poor example.

Did I?

Hear them down in Soho Square
Dropping H's everywhere

Speaking English any way they like

You, sir, did you go to school?

What do you take me for, a fool?

Well, no one taught him "take"
Instead of "tike"

Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse
Hear a Cornishman converse

I'd rather hear a choir singing flat

Chickens cackling in a barn
Just like this one

Garn!

"Garn."

I ask you, sir, what sort of word is that?

It's "ow" and "garn"
That keep her in her place

Not her wretched clothes and dirty face

Why can't the English
Teach their children how to speak?

This verbal class distinction
By now should be antique

If you spoke as she does, sir
Instead of the way you do

Why, you might be selling flowers too

I beg your pardon.

An Englishman's way of speaking
Absolutely classifies him

The moment he talks
He makes some other Englishman despise him

One common language
I'm afraid we'll never get

Oh, why can't the English learn to

Set a good example to people
Whose English is painful to your ears?

The Scotch and the Irish
Leave you close to tears

There even are places
Where English completely disappears

Well, in America
They haven't used it for years

Why can't the English
Teach their children how to speak?

Norwegians learn Norwegian
The Greeks are taught their Greek

In France every Frenchman knows
His language from A to zed

The French don't care
what they do actually,

as long as they pronounce it properly.

Arabians learn Arabian
With the speed of summer lightning

The Hebrews learn it backwards
Which is absolutely frightening

Use proper English
You're regarded as a freak

Oh, why can't the English…

Why can't the English learn

To speak?

Thank you.

You see this creature
with her curbstone English,

the English that'll keep her in the gutter
till the end of her days?

Well, sir, in six months,
I could pass her off

as a duchess at an embassy ball.

I could even get her a job
as a lady's maid or a shop assistant,

which requires better English.

Here, what's that you say?

Yes, you squashed cabbage leaf,

you disgrace to the noble architecture
of these columns,

you incarnate insult
to the English language.

I could pass you off
as the queen of Sheba.

You don't believe that, captain.

Anything's possible.

I myself am a student of Indian dialects.

Are you?

Do you know Colonel Pickering,
the author of Spoken Sanskrit?

I am Colonel Pickering. Who are you?

I'm Henry Higgins,
author of Higgins Universal Alphabet.

I came from India to meet you.

I was going to India to meet you!

- Higgins.
- Pickering.

- Higgins.
- Where are you staying?

At the Carlton.

No, you're not.
You're staying at 27A Wimpole Street.

Come along with me.
We'll have a little jaw over supper.

- Right you are.
- Indian dialects always fascinated me.

Buy a flower, kind sir.
I'm short for me lodgings.

Liar. You said you could change
half a crown.

You ought to be stuffed with nails,
you ought.

Here, take the whole blooming basket
for sixpence!

A reminder.

How many are there actually?

- How many what?
- Indian dialects.

No fewer than 147 distinct languages
are recorded as vernacular in India.

Shouldn't we stand up, gentlemen?
We've got a blooming heiress in our midst.

Would you be looking
for a good butler, Eliza?

Well, you won't do.

It's rather dull in town
I think I'll take me to Paris

The missus wants to open up
The castle in Capri

Me doctor recommends
A quiet summer by the sea

Wouldn't it be loverly?

Where you bound for this year, Eliza?
Biarritz?

All I want is a room somewhere

Far away from the cold night air

With one enormous chair

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Lots of chocolate for me to eat

Lots of coal makin' lots of heat

Warm face, warm hands, warm feet

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Oh, so loverly

Sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still

I would never budge till spring

Crept over the windowsill

Someone's head restin' on my knee

Warm and tender as he can be

Who takes good care of me

Oh, wouldn't it

Be loverly?

Loverly

Loverly

Loverly

Loverly

All I want is a room somewhere

Far away from the cold night air

With one enormous chair

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Lots of chocolate for me to eat

Lots of coal makin' lots of heat

Warm face, warm hands, warm feet

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Oh, so loverly

Sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still

I would never budge till spring

Crept over the windowsill

Someone's head restin' on my knee

Warm and tender as he can be

Who takes good care of me

Oh, wouldn't it

Be loverly?

Loverly

Loverly

Loverly

Oh, wouldn't it

Be loverly?

Loverly

Loverly

Loverly

Wouldn't it

Be loverly?

Come on, come on.

Come on, Alfie, let's go home now.
This place is giving me the willies.

Home? What do you want to go home for?
It's nearly 5:00.

My daughter, Eliza, will be along soon.

She ought to be good for a half a crown
for her father what loves her.

Loves her? That's a laugh.
You ain't been near her for months.

What's that got to do with it?

What's half a crown
after all I've give her?

When did you ever give her anything?

Anything? I give her everything.

I give her the greatest gift
any human being can give to another.

Life.

I introduced her to this here planet,
I did, with all its wonders and marvels.

The sun that shines, the moon that glows.

Hyde Park to walk through
on a fine spring night.

The whole ruddy city of London
to roam around in,

selling her blooming flowers.

I give her all that.

Then I disappears
and leaves her on her own to enjoy it.

Now, if that ain't worth half a crown
now and again,

I'll take my belt off
and give her what for.

You got a good heart, Alfie.

But you want that half a crown
out of Eliza,

you better have a good story
to go with it.

Leave that to me, my boy.

Good morning, George.

Not a brass farthing.

Good morning to you, Algernon.

Not a brass farthing.

Move on, please. Come on. Get out of here.

On with it.

Veggies! Come for veggies!
Veggies! Take your pick!

Here we are. Nice salad greens.
Nice salad greens.

Lovely Spanish onion.

Five pounds!

Take your pick! Nice bunches of veggies!

There she is.

Tomatoes over here! Nice garden tomatoes!

Why, Eliza, what a surprise.

Hop along, Charlie. You're too old for me.

Don't know your own daughter?

How you gonna find her
if you don't know what she looks like?

I know her. Come on. I'll find her.

Eliza, what a surprise.

Not a brass farthing.

Here, you come here, Eliza.

I ain't gonna take me hard-earned wages

and let you pass them on
to a bloody pub keeper.

Cor.

Eliza, you wouldn't have the heart
to send me home to your stepmother

without a drop of liquid protection,
now, would you?

Stepmother indeed.

Well, I'm willing to marry her.

It's me that suffers by it.
I'm a slave to that woman, Eliza.

Just because I ain't her lawful husband.

Come on, slip your old dad
just half a crown to go home on.

Well, I had a bit of luck meself
last night.

Yeah?

So here.

But don't keep coming around
counting on half crowns from me.

Thank you, Eliza. You're a noble daughter.

Beer, beer, glorious beer

Fill yourself right up

With beer

You see this creature
with her curbstone English,

the English that'll keep her in the gutter
till the end of her days?

In six months, I could pass her off
as a duchess at an embassy ball.

I could even get her a job
as a lady's maid or a shop assistant,

which requires better English.

You disgrace to the noble architecture
of these columns.

I could even get her a job
as a lady's maid or a shop assistant,

which requires better English.

A.

E. U. A.

Now, how many vowel sounds
do you think you heard altogether?

I believe I counted 24.

- Wrong by a hundred.
- What?

To be exact, you heard 130.

Now, listen to them one at a time.

Must I? I'm really quite done up
for one morning.

Your name, please.

Your name, miss.

My name is of no concern
to you whatsoever.

One moment, please.

London is getting so dirty these days.

I'm Mrs. Pearce, the housekeeper.
Can I help you?

Good morning, missus.

I'd like to see the professor, please.

Could you tell me what it's about?

It's business of a personal nature.

One moment, please.

Mr. Higgins.

What is it, Mrs. Pearce?

There's a young woman
who wants to see you, sir.

A young woman?

What does she want?

She's quite a common girl, sir.
Very common indeed.

I should have sent her away,

only I thought perhaps you wanted her
to talk into your machine.

- Has she an interesting accent?
- Simply ghastly, Mr. Higgins.

Good. Let's have her in.
Show her in, Mrs. Pearce.

- Very well, sir. It's for you to say.
- This is rather a bit of luck.

I'll show you how I make records.

We'll set her talking and then I'll take
her down first in Bell's Visible Speech,

then in Broad Romic,

and then we'll get her on the phonograph
so you can turn her on whenever you want

with the written transcript before you.

This is the young woman, sir.

Good morning, my good man.

Might I have the pleasure
of a word with you?

Oh, no, no, no.
This is the girl I jotted down last night.

She's no use. I've got all the records
I want of the Lisson Grove lingo.

I'm not gonna waste
another cylinder on that.

Be off with you. I don't want you.

Don't be so saucy.
You ain't heard what I come for yet.

- Did you tell him I come in a taxi?
- Nonsense, girl.

What do you think a gentleman like
Mr. Higgins cares what you came in?

Oh, we are proud.

Well, he ain't above giving lessons.
Not him. I heard him say so.

Well, I ain't come here
to ask for any compliment,

and if my money's not good enough,
I can go elsewhere.

Good enough for what?

Good enough for you.

Now you know, don't you?

I'm come to have lessons, I am,
and to pay for them too, make no mistake.

Well!

And what do you expect me to say?

Well, if you was a gentleman,
you might ask me to sit down, I think.

Don't I tell you
I'm bringing you business?

Pickering, should we ask this baggage to
sit down or just throw her out the window?

I won't be called a baggage, not when
I've offered to pay like any lady.

What do you want, my girl?

I want to be a lady in a flower shop

instead of selling at the corner
of Tottenham Court Road.

But they won't take me
unless I can talk more genteel.

He said he could teach me.
Well, here I am.

Ready to pay him, not asking any favor.
And he treats me as if I was dirt.

I know what lessons cost
as well as you do, and I'm ready to pay.

How much?

Now you're talking.

I thought you'd come off it when you
saw a chance of getting back

a bit of what you chucked at me
last night.

- You'd had a drop in, hadn't you, eh?
- Sit down.

If you're going to make
a compliment of it—

Sit down!

Sit down, girl. Do as you're told.

What's your name?

Eliza Doolittle.

Won't you sit down, Miss Doolittle?

I don't mind if I do.

Now, how much do you propose
to pay me for these lessons?

I know what's right.

A lady friend of mine gets French lessons
for 18 pence an hour

from a real French gentleman.

Well, you wouldn't have the face
to ask me the same

for teaching me my own language
as you would for French.

So I won't give more than a shilling.
Take it or leave it.

You know, Pickering,
if you think of a shilling

not as a simple shilling
but as a percentage of this girl's income,

it works out as fully equivalent…

of £60 or £70 from a millionaire.

By George, it's enormous.
It's the biggest offer I ever had.

Sixty pounds?

Where would I get £60?
I never offered you £60.

- Hold your tongue.
- But I ain't got £60!

Don't cry, you silly girl.

Sit down.
Nobody's going to touch your money.

Somebody's going to touch you with
a broomstick if you don't stop sniveling.

Sit down!

Anybody would think you was my father.

If I decide to teach you,
I'll be worse than two fathers to you.

Here.

- What's this for?
- To wipe your eyes.

To wipe any part of your face
that feels moist.

And remember, that's your handkerchief
and that's your sleeve.

And don't confuse the one with the other
if you want to become a lady in a shop.

It's no use to talk to her like that,
Mr. Higgins.

She doesn't understand you.

Here, give the handkerchief to me.
He give it to me, not to you.

Higgins, I'm interested.

What about your boast
that you could pass her off

as a duchess at the embassy ball, eh?

I'll say you're the greatest teacher alive
if you can make that good.

I'll bet you all the expenses
of the experiment that you can't do it.

I'll even pay for the lessons.

Oh, you're real good. Thank you, captain.

You know, it's almost irresistible.

She's so deliciously low.

So horribly dirty.

I ain't dirty. I washed my face and hands
before I come, I did.

I'll take it.

I'll make a duchess
of this draggle-tailed guttersnipe.

We'll start today. Now. This moment.
Take her away, Mrs. Pearce, and clean her.

Sandpaper,
if it won't come off any other way.

- Is there a good fire in the kitchen?
- Yes, but—

Take all her clothes and burn them
and order some new ones.

Just wrap her in brown paper
till they come.

You're no gentleman.
You're not to talk of such things.

I'm a good girl, I am.

And I know what the likes of you are,
I do.

We want none of your slum prudery here,
young woman.

You've got to learn to behave
like a duchess.

Now take her away, Mrs. Pearce.
If she gives you any trouble, wallop her.

I'll call the police, I will.

- I've got no place to put her.
- Well, put her in the dustbin.

Come, Higgins, be reasonable.

You must be reasonable, Mr. Higgins.
Really, you must.

You can't walk over everybody like this.

I?

Walk over everybody?

My dear Mrs. Pearce, my dear Pickering,

I had no intention
of walking over anybody.

I merely suggested
we should be kind to this poor girl.

If I didn't express myself clearly,

it was because I didn't wish
to hurt her delicacy.

Or yours.

But, sir, you can't
take a girl up like that

as if you were
picking up a pebble on the beach.

Why not?

Why not?
But you don't know anything about her.

What about her parents?
She may be married.

Garn!

There.
As the girl very properly says, "garn."

Who'd marry me?

By George, Eliza.

The streets will be strewn
with the bodies of men

shooting themselves for your sake
before I've done with you.

Here. I'm going.

He's off his chump, he is.
I don't want no barmies teaching me.

Mad, am I? All right, don't ring up and
order those new clothes. Throw her out.

Stop, Mr. Higgins, I won't allow it.
Go home to your parents, girl.

I ain't got no parents.

There you are. She ain't got no parents.
What's all the fuss about?

Nobody wants her. She's no use
to anybody but me, so take her upstairs.

But what's to become of her?
Is she to be paid anything?

Oh, do be sensible, sir.

What would she do with money?
She'll have food and clothes.

She'll only drink if you give her money.

You are a brute. It's a lie.
Nobody ever saw the sign of liquor on me.

Sir, you're a gentleman.
Don't let him speak to me like that.

Does it occur to you, Higgins,
the girl has some feelings?

Oh, no, I don't think so.
No feelings we need worry about.

Have you, Eliza?

I got my feelings same as anyone else.

Mr. Higgins, I must know
on what terms the girl is to be here.

What's to become of her
when you've finished your teaching?

You must look ahead a little, sir.

What's to become of her
if we leave her in the gutter?

Answer me that, Mrs. Pearce.

That's her own business,
not yours, Mr. Higgins.

When I'm done,
we'll throw her back in the gutter.

Then it'll be her own business again.
That will be all right, won't it?

You've no feeling heart in you.

You don't care for nothing but yourself.

I've had enough of this. I'm going, I am.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself,
you ought.

Have some chocolates, Eliza?

How do I know what might be in 'em?

I've heard of girls being drugged
by the likes of you.

Pledge of good faith.

I'll take one half

and you take the other.

You'll have boxes of them,
barrels of them every day.

You'll live on them, eh?

I wouldn't have ate it, only I'm
too ladylike to take it out of me mouth.

Think of it, Eliza. Think of chocolates
and taxis and gold and diamonds!

I don't want no gold and no diamonds.
I'm a good girl, I am.

Higgins, I really must interfere.
Mrs. Pearce is quite right.

If this girl's going to put herself
in your hands for six months

for an experiment in teaching,

she must understand thoroughly
what she's doing.

Eliza, you are to stay here
for the next six months,

learning how to speak beautifully,

like a lady in a florist shop.

If you're good
and do whatever you're told,

you shall sleep in a proper bedroom,
have lots to eat

and money to buy chocolates
and take rides in taxis.

But if you are naughty and idle,

you shall sleep in the back kitchen
amongst the black beetles

and be walloped by Mrs. Pearce
with a broomstick.

At the end of six months,

you shall be taken to Buckingham Palace
in a carriage, beautifully dressed.

If the king finds out
that you're not a lady,

the police will take you
to the Tower of London

where your head will be cut off

as a warning
to other presumptuous flower girls.

But if you are not found out,
you shall have a present

of seven and six to start life with
as a lady in a shop.

If you refuse this offer,

you will be the most ungrateful,
wicked girl

and the angels will weep for you.

Now, are you satisfied, Pickering?

I don't understand
what you're talking about.

Could I put it more plainly or fairly,
Mrs. Pearce?

Come with me, Eliza.

That's right, Mrs. Pearce.
Bundle her off to the bathroom.

You're a great bully, you are.

I won't stay here if I don't like it.
I won't let nobody wallop me!

Don't answer back, girl.

If I'd known what I was letting myself
in for, I wouldn't have come here.

I've always been a good girl, I have,
and I won't be put upon!

In six months—

in three, if she has a good ear
and a quick tongue—

I'll take her anywhere
and I'll pass her off as anything.

I'll make a queen
of that barbarous wretch.

I've never had a bath in me life.
Not what you'd call a proper one.

You know, you can't be a nice girl
inside if you're dirty outside.

I'll have to put you in here.
This will be your bedroom.

I couldn't sleep here, missus.
It's too good for the likes of me.

I should be afraid to touch anything.
I ain't a duchess yet, you know.

Cor! What's this?
This where you wash clothes?

This is where we wash ourselves, Eliza,
and where I'm going to wash you.

You expect me to get into that
and wet myself all over? Not me.

I shall catch me death.

Come along now.

Come along. Take your clothes off.

Come on, girl, do as you're told.
Take your clothes off.

Here, come on. Help me take these—

No, I won't!

- Come out of that.
- No, I won't!

No!

I won't! Take your hands off me!

- No!
- Oh, dear.

- No, I won't! Let go!
- Eliza, keep still.

Take it all off!

No!

I'm a good girl, I am!

Well, they won't like the smell of you
if you don't have a bath.

It ain't right! It ain't decent!

Let go of me coat!

- Take your hands off me!
- Come here!

No!

Let me go!

Take your clothes off!

I'm a good girl, I am!

- Take your hands off me!
- Eliza, I won't have it! Now keep still!

I won't hurt you!

Higgins, forgive the bluntness,

but if I'm to be in this business,
I shall feel responsible for the girl.

I hope it's clearly understood
that no advantage

is to be taken of her position.

What, that thing? Sacred, I assure you.

Come now, Higgins, you know what I mean.
This is no trifling matter.

Are you a man of good character
where women are concerned?

Have you ever met a man of good character
where women are concerned?

Yes, very frequently.

Well, I haven't.

I find the moment
I let a woman make friends with me,

she becomes jealous, exacting, suspicious
and a damned nuisance.

And I find the moment
that I make friends with a woman,

I become selfish and tyrannical.

So here I am, a confirmed old bachelor
and likely to remain so.

Well, after all, Pickering
I'm an ordinary man

Who desires nothing more
Than just an ordinary chance

To live exactly as he likes
And do precisely what he wants

An average man am I
Of no eccentric whim

Who likes to live his life free of strife

Doing whatever he thinks is best for him

Well, just an ordinary man

But let a woman in your life

And your serenity is through

She'll redecorate your home
From the cellar to the dome

Then go on to the enthralling fun
Of overhauling you

Let a woman in your life

And you're up against a wall

Make a plan and you will find
She has something else in mind

And so rather than do either
You do something else

That neither likes at all

You want to talk of Keats or Milton

She only wants to talk of love

You go to see a play or ballet
And spend it searching for her glove

Let a woman in your life

And you invite eternal strife

Let them buy their wedding bands

For those anxious little hands

I'd be equally as willing
For a dentist to be drilling

Than to ever let a woman in my life

I'm a very gentle man

Even-tempered and good-natured

Whom you never hear complain

Who has the milk of human kindness
By the quart in every vein

A patient man am I
Down to my fingertips

The sort who never could, ever would

Let an insulting remark escape his lips

A very gentle man

But let a woman in your life

And patience hasn't got a chance

She will beg you for advice
Your reply will be concise

And she'll listen very nicely

Then go out
And do precisely what she wants

You are a man of grace and polish

Who never spoke above a hush

Now all at once you're using language

That would make a sailor blush

Let a woman in your life

And you're plunging in a knife

Let the others of my sex

Tie the knot around their necks

I'd prefer a new edition
Of the Spanish Inquisition

Than to ever let a woman in my life

I'm a quiet-living man

Who prefers to spend the evenings
In the silence of his room

Who likes an atmosphere as restful
As an undiscovered tomb

A pensive man am I

Of philosophic joys

Who likes to meditate, contemplate

Free from humanity's mad, inhuman noise

A quiet-living man

But let a woman in your life

And your sabbatical is through

In a line that never ends
Come an army of her friends

Come to jabber and to chatter

And to tell her what the matter is
With you

She'll have a booming, boisterous family

Who will descend on you en masse

She'll have a large Wagnerian mother

With a voice that shatters glass

Let a woman in your life

Let a woman in your life

I shall never let a woman

In my life

Get out of here!
The two of you get out too!

Come on, Doolittle!

And remember,
drinks are to be paid for or not drunk.

Thanks for your hospitality, George.

Send the bill to Buckingham Palace.
Come on.

Well, Alfie, there's nothing else to do.
I guess it's back to work.

What? Don't you dare mention that word
in my presence again.

Look at all these poor blighters
down here.

I used to do that sort of thing once,
just for exercise.

Not worth it. Takes up your whole day.

Oh, don't worry, boys.
We'll get out of this somehow.

How do you think
you're going to do that, Alfie?

How? Same as always.

Faith, hope and a little bit of luck.

The Lord above gave man an arm of iron

So he could do his job and never shirk

The Lord above gave man
An arm of iron, but

With a little bit of luck
With a little bit of luck

Someone else'll do the blinkin' work

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of luck
You'll never work

The Lord above made liquor for temptation

To see if man could turn away from sin

The Lord above made liquor
For temptation, but

With a little bit of luck
With a little bit of luck

When temptation comes
You'll give right in

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of luck
You'll give right in

Oh, you can walk the straight and narrow

But with a little bit of luck
You'll run amuck

The gentle sex
Was made for man to marry

To share his nest
And see his food is cooked

The gentle sex
Was made for man to marry, but

With a little bit of luck
With a little bit of luck

You can have it all and not get hooked

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of luck
You won't get hooked

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of bloomin' luck

They're always throwin' goodness at you

But with a little bit of luck
A man can duck

The Lord above made man
To help his neighbor

No matter where
On land, or sea, or foam

The Lord above made man
To help his neighbor, but

With a little bit of luck
With a little bit of luck

When he comes around, you won't be home

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of luck
You won't be home

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of bloomin' luck

- You make a good suffragette!
- Right. Now get along.

Why, there's the lucky man now.

The Honorable Alfie Doolittle.

What are you doing in Eliza's house?

Her former residence.

You can buy your own drinks now,
Alfie Doolittle.

Fallen into a tub of butter, you have.

- What are you talking about?
- Your daughter, Eliza.

You're a lucky man, Alfie Doolittle.

Well, what about Eliza?

He don't know.
Her own father and he don't know.

Moved in with a swell, Eliza has.

Left here in a taxi all by herself,
smart as paint.

- And ain't been home for three days.
- Go on.

Then this morning,
I get a message from her.

She wants her things sent over

to 27A Wimpole Street,
care of Professor Higgins.

- And what things does she want?
- What?

Her birdcage and her Chinese fan.

"But," she says,

"never mind about sending any clothes."

I knew she had a career in front of her.

Harry boy, we're in for a booze-up.

The sun is shining on Alfred P. Doolittle.

A man was made
To help support his children

Which is the right and proper thing to do

A man was made
To help support his children, but

With a little bit of luck
With a little bit of luck

They'll go out and start supporting you

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of luck
They'll work for you

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of bloomin' luck

Oh, it's a crime
For man to go philanderin'

And fill his wife's poor heart
With grief and doubt

Oh, it's a crime
For man to go philanderin', but

With a little bit of luck
With a little bit of luck

You can see the bloodhound don't find out

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of luck
She won't find out

Charlie, over here.

With a little bit
With a little bit

With a little bit of bloomin' luck

With a little bit of bloomin' luck

The mail, sir.

Pay the bills
and say no to the invitations.

A.

You simply cannot go on
working the girl this way,

making her say her alphabet over and over
from sunup to sundown, even during meals.

You'll exhaust yourself.
When will it stop?

When she does it properly, of course.

Is that all, Mrs. Pearce?

There's another letter from that
American millionaire, Ezra D. Wallingford.

He still wants you to lecture
for his Moral Reform League.

Yes, well, throw it away.

It's the third letter he's written you.
You should at least answer it.

All right. Leave it on the desk,
Mrs. Pearce. I'll try and get to it.

If you please, sir,
there's a dustman downstairs,

Alfred P. Doolittle, who wants to see you.

- He says you have his daughter here.
- I say!

Well, send the blackguard up.

He may not be a blackguard, Higgins.

Nonsense.
Of course he's a blackguard, Pickering.

Whether he is or not, I'm afraid
we'll have some trouble with him.

No, I think not. Any trouble to be had,
he'll have it with me, not I with him.

Doolittle, sir.

Professor Higgins?

Here!

Where?

Oh, good morning, guv'nor.

I come about
a very serious matter, guv'nor.

Brought up in Hounslow.

Mother Welsh, I should think.

What is it you want, Doolittle?

I want my daughter,
that's what I want. See?

Well, of course you do.
You're her father, aren't you?

I'm glad to see you have
a spark of family feeling left.

She's in there.
Yes, take her away at once.

What?

Take her away.

Do you think I am going
to keep your daughter for you?

Now, is this reasonable, guv'nor?

Is it fairity to take advantage
of a man like that?

The girl belongs to me. You got her.
Where do I come in?

How dare you come here
and attempt to blackmail me.

You sent her here on purpose.

Now, don't take a man up like that,
guv'nor.

The police should take you up.

This is a plan,
a plot to extort money by threats.

I shall telephone the police.

Have I asked you for a brass farthing?

I'll leave it to this gentleman here.
Have I said a word about money?

What else did you come for?

Well…

what would a bloke come for?

Be human, guv'nor.

Alfred, you sent her here on purpose.

- So help me, guv'nor, I never did.
- Then how did you know she was here?

I'd tell you, guv'nor,
if you'd only let me get a word in.

I'm willing to tell you.
I'm wanting to tell you.

I'm waiting to tell you.

You know, Pickering, this chap's got
a certain natural gift of rhetoric.

Observe the rhythm
of his native woodnotes wild.

"I'm willing to tell you.
I'm wanting to tell you.

I'm waiting to tell you."

That's the Welsh strain in him.

How did you know Eliza was here
if you didn't send her?

Well, she sent back for her luggage
and I got to hear about it.

She said she didn't want no clothes.

What was I to think from that, guv'nor?

I ask you, as a parent,
what was I to think?

So you came here to rescue her
from worse than death, eh?

- Just so, guv'nor, that's right.
- Yes.

Mrs. Pearce!

Mrs. Pearce, Eliza's father has come
to take her away.

Give her to him, will you?

Now, wait a minute, guv'nor,
wait a minute.

You and me is men of the world, ain't we?

Oh, men of the world, are we?

- Yes, well, you better go, Mrs. Pearce.
- I think so indeed, sir.

Here, guv'nor.
I've took a sort of a fancy to you and—

If you want the girl, well, I ain't so set
on having her back home again,

but what I might be open to
is an arrangement.

All I ask is my rights as a father.

You're the last man alive
to expect me to let her go for nothing.

I can see you're one
of the straight sort, guv'nor.

So, what's a five-pound note to you?
And what's Eliza to me?

I think you ought to know, Doolittle,

that Mr. Higgins' intentions
are entirely honorable.

Of course they are, guv'nor.

If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask 50.

Do you mean to say you'd sell
your daughter for £50?

Have you no morals, man?

No. No, I can't afford 'em, guv'nor.

Neither could you
if you was as poor as me.

Not that I mean any harm, mind you.

But if Eliza is gonna have
a bit out of this, why not me too, eh?

Why not?

Well…

look at it my way.

What am I? I ask you, what am I?

I'm one of the undeserving poor,
that's what I am.

Now, think what that means to a man.

It means he's up against
middle-class morality for all of time.

If there's anything going
and I puts in for a bit of it,

it's always the same story.

"You're undeserving,
so you can't have it."

But my needs is as great
as the most deserving widows

that ever got money out
of six different charities in one week

for the death of the same husband.

I don't need less than
a deserving man, I need more.

I don't eat less hearty than he does.

And I drink, oh, a lot more.

I'm playing straight with you.
I ain't pretending to be deserving.

No, I'm undeserving.

And I mean to go on being undeserving.
I like it, and that's the truth.

But will you take advantage
of a man's nature

to do him out of the price
of his own daughter,

what he's brought up, fed and clothed
by the sweat of his brow

till she's growed big enough
to be interesting to you two gentlemen?

Well, is five pounds unreasonable?
I put it to you.

And I leave it to you.

You know, Pickering, if we took this man
in hand for three months,

he could choose
between a seat in the cabinet

and a popular pulpit in Wales.

We'd better give him a fiver.

He'll make bad use of it, I'm afraid.

Oh, not me, guv'nor. So help me, I won't.

Just one good spree
for meself and the missus,

giving pleasure to ourselves
and employment to others

and satisfaction to you
to know it ain't been thrown away.

You couldn't spend it better.

This is irresistible. Let's give him ten.

No, the missus wouldn't have the heart
to spend ten, guv'nor.

Ten pounds is a lot of money.

Makes a man feel prudent-like,
and then goodbye to happiness.

No, you give me what I ask, guv'nor.
Not a penny less, not a penny more.

I rather draw the line at encouraging
this sort of immorality, Doolittle.

Why don't you marry
that missus of yours, eh?

After all, marriage isn't so frightening.
You married Eliza's mother.

Who told you that, guv'nor?

Well, nobody told me.
I concluded, naturally.

If we listen to this man another minute,
we shall have no convictions left.

- Five pounds, I think you said.
- Thank you, guv'nor, thank you.

Are you sure you won't have ten?

- No, no, perhaps another time.
- I won't, I won't, I won't!

I beg your pardon, miss.

I won't say those ruddy vowels
one more time.

Blimey, it's Eliza.

Well, I never thought
she'd clean up so good-looking.

She does me credit, don't she, guv'nor?

Here. What you doing here?

Now, now, you hold your tongue.

And don't you give these gentlemen
none of your lip.

If you have any trouble with her, guv'nor,
give her a few licks of the strap.

That's the way to improve her mind.

Well, good morning, gentlemen.

Cheerio, Eliza.

There's a man for you.
A philosophical genius of the first water.

Mrs. Pearce, write to Mr. Ezra Wallingford
and tell him if he wants a lecturer

to get in touch
with Mr. Alfred P. Doolittle,

a common dustman, one of the most
original moralists in England.

Yes, sir.

Here, what'd he come for?

Say your vowels.

I know me vowels.
I knew 'em before I come.

If you know them, say them.

A, E, I, O, U!

Stop!

A, E, I, O, U.

That's what I said— A, E, I, O, U.

That's what I been saying for three days
and I won't say 'em no more.

I know it's difficult, Miss Doolittle,
but try to understand.

There's no use explaining, Pickering.

As a military man, you ought to know that.
Drilling is what she needs.

Now, leave her alone
or she'll be turning to you for sympathy.

Very well, if you insist, but have
a little patience with her, Higgins.

Of course.

Now say "A."

You ain't got no heart, you ain't.

- A.
- A.

Eliza.

I promise you, you'll say your vowels
correctly before this day is out

or there'll be no lunch, no dinner

and no chocolates.

Just you wait, Henry Higgins
Just you wait

You'll be sorry
But your tears'll be too late

You'll be broke and I'll have money

Will I help you? Don't be funny

Just you wait, Henry Higgins
Just you wait

Just you wait, Henry Higgins
Till you're sick

And you screams
To fetch a doctor double-quick

I'll be off a second later
And go straight to the theater

A-ha-ha, Henry Higgins
Just you wait

Henry Higgins

Just you wait
Until we're swimmin' in the sea

Henry Higgins

And you gets a cramp a little ways from me

When you yell you're gonna drown

I'll get dressed and go to town

Ho, ho, ho, Henry Higgins

Ho, ho, ho, Henry Higgins

Just you wait

One day I'll be famous

I'll be proper and prim

Go to St. James so often

I will call it St. Jim

One evening the king will say

"Oh, Liza, old thing

I want all of England

Your praises to sing"

Next week on the 20th of May

I proclaim Liza Doolittle Day

All the people will celebrate
The glory of you

And whatever you wish and want
I gladly will do

"Thanks a lot, king," says I
In a manner well-bred

"But all I want is Henry Higgins' head"

- Done
- Says the king with a stroke

Guard, run and bring in the bloke

Then they'll march you, Henry Higgins
To the wall

- And the king will tell me
- Liza, sound the call

As they raise their rifles higher

I'll shout, "Ready, aim, fire"

Ho, ho, ho, Henry Higgins

Down you'll go, Henry Higgins

Just you wait

A.

A.

All right, Eliza, say it again.

"The rain in Spain
stays mainly in the plain."

The rain in Spain
stays mainly in the plain.

Didn't I say that?

No, Eliza, you didn't "say" that.
You didn't even say that.

Every night before you get into bed,
where you used to say your prayers,

I want you to say, "The rain in Spain
stays mainly in the plain," 50 times.

You'll get much further with the Lord
if you learn not to offend his ears.

Now for your H's.

Pickering, this is going to be ghastly.

Control yourself, Higgins.
Give the girl a chance.

Oh, well, I suppose you can't
expect her to get it right the first time.

Come here, Eliza, and watch closely.

Now.

You see that flame?

Every time you pronounce
the letter H correctly,

the flame will waver.

And every time you drop your H,
the flame will remain stationary.

That's how you'll know
if you've done it correctly.

In time, your ear will hear
the difference.

You'll see it better in the mirror.

Now, listen carefully.

In Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire,
hurricanes hardly ever happen.

Now, repeat that after me.

In Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire
hurricanes hardly ever happen.

"In Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire
hurricanes hardly ever happen."

Oh, no, no, no. Have you no ear at all?

- Shall I do it over?
- No, please.

Start from the very beginning.
Just do this. Go…

Go on, go on, go on.

Does the same thing hold true
in India, Pickering?

Is it truly a habit of not only
dropping a letter like the letter H,

but using it where it doesn't belong,
like "hever" instead of "ever"?

Why is it Slavs, when they learn English,
have a tendency to do it with G's?

They say "linger" instead of "linger."

Then they turn right round
and say "singer" instead of "singer."

I've noticed the Slav using it
where it isn't needed.

If they learn English,
they have to do it with their G's.

The girl, Higgins!

Go on, go on, go on.

Go on.

Poor Professor Higgins

Poor Professor Higgins

Night and day he slaves away

Oh, poor Professor Higgins

All day long

On his feet

Up and down until he's numb

Doesn't rest

Doesn't eat

Doesn't touch a crumb

Again, Eliza.

How kind of you to let me come.

How kind of you to let me come.

No, kind of you. Kind of you. Kind.

How kind of you to let me come.

- How kind of you to let me come.
- No, no.

Kind of you. Kind of you.
It's like "cup of tea." Kind of you.

Cup of tea. Say "cup of tea."

- Cuppa tea.
- No, no. A cup of tea.

Awfully good cake, this.
I wonder where Mrs. Pearce gets it.

First-rate.
And those strawberry tarts are delicious.

Did you try the plain cake?

Try it again.

- Did you try the—?
- Pickering!

Again, Eliza.

Cuppa tea.

Oh, no.

Can't you hear the difference?

Look, put your tongue forward

until it squeezes on the top
of your lower teeth.

- And then say "cup."
- Cup.

- Then say "of."
- Of.

Then say, "cup, cup, cup, cup,
of, of, of, of."

- Cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of.
- Cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of.

By Jove, Higgins, that was a glorious tea.

Finish that last strawberry tart.
I couldn't eat another thing.

- I couldn't touch it.
- Shame to waste it.

It won't be wasted.

I know somebody who's immensely
fond of strawberry tarts.

Poor Professor Higgins

Poor Professor Higgins

On he plods against all odds

Oh, poor Professor Higgins

9:00 p.m.

10:00 p.m.

On through midnight every night

1:00 a.m.

2:00 a.m.

3:00

Four.

Five.

Six marbles.

Now, I want you to read this
and I want you to enunciate every word

just as if the marbles
were not in your mouth.

"With blackest moss the flower-pots
Were thickly crusted, one and all."

Each word clear as a bell.

"With blackest moss the flower-pots…"

I can't. I can't!

I say, Higgins, are those pebbles
really necessary?

If they were necessary for Demosthenes,
they are necessary for Eliza Doolittle.

Go on, Eliza.

"With blackest moss the flower-pots

Were thickly crusted, one and all."

I can't understand a word. Not a word.

"With blackest moss the flower-pots

Were thickly crusted, one and all."

Higgins, perhaps that poem
is a little too difficult for the girl.

Why don't you try something simpler,
like "The Owl and the Pussycat"?

Oh, yes, that's a charming one.

Well, Pickering,
I can't hear a word the girl is saying.

What's the matter?

I swallowed one.

It doesn't matter. I've got plenty more.
Open your mouth.

One, two.

Quit, Professor Higgins

Quit, Professor Higgins

Hear our plea

Or payday we will quit

Professor Higgins

"A" not "I"

"O" not "ow"

Pounding, pounding in our brain

"A" not "I"

"O" not "ow"

Don't say "rine," say "rain"

The rain in Spain

stays mainly in the plain.

I can't!

I'm so tired.

I'm so tired.

For God's sake, Higgins,
it must be 3:00 in the morning.

Do be reasonable.

I am always reasonable.

Eliza, if I can go on
with a blistering headache, you can.

I got a headache too.

Here.

I know your head aches.
I know you're tired.

I know your nerves are as raw
as meat in a butcher's window.

But think what you're trying
to accomplish.

Just think what you're dealing with.

The majesty and grandeur
of the English language.

It's the greatest possession we have.

The noblest thoughts that ever flowed
through the hearts of men

are contained
in its extraordinary, imaginative

and musical mixtures of sounds.

And that's what you've set yourself out
to conquer, Eliza.

And conquer it you will.

Now, try it again.

The rain in Spain

stays mainly in the plain.

What was that?

The rain in Spain

stays mainly in the plain.

Again.

The rain in Spain
stays mainly in the plain.

I think she's got it.
I think she's got it.

The rain in Spain
Stays mainly in the plain

By George, she's got it
By George, she's got it

Now once again
Where does it rain?

On the plain
On the plain

And where's that soggy plain?

In Spain
In Spain

The rain in Spain
Stays mainly in the plain

Bravo!

The rain in Spain
Stays mainly in the plain

In Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire

Hurricanes hardly happen

How kind of you to let me come

Now, once again
Where does it rain?

On the plain
On the plain

And where's that blasted plain?

In Spain
In Spain

The rain in Spain
Stays mainly in the plain

The rain in Spain
Stays mainly in the plain

Pickering. Pickering.

Hey, Pickering!

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

We're making fine progress, Pickering.
I think the time has come to try her out.

Are you feeling all right, Mr. Higgins?

Yes, I'm feeling fine, Mrs. Pearce.
How are you?

- Very well, sir, thank you.
- Oh, good.

Let's test her in public
and see how she fares.

Mr. Higgins, I was awakened
by a dreadful pounding.

Do you know what it might have been?

Pounding? I didn't hear any pounding.
Did you, Pickering?

No.

If this goes on, Mrs. Pearce,
you'd better see a doctor.

I know. We'll take her to the races.

- The races?
- My mother's box at Ascot.

You'll consult your mother first,
of course?

Oh, yes, of course.

No, I think perhaps we'd better
surprise her. Let's go to bed.

First thing in the morning,
we'll go out and we'll buy her a dress.

Now get on with your work, Eliza.

But, Mr. Higgins,
it's early in the morning.

What better time to work
than early in the morning?

Where does one buy a lady's gown?

Whitley's, of course.

- How do you know that?
- Common knowledge.

Let's not buy her anything too flowery.

I despise those gowns
with sort of weeds here and weeds there.

Want to buy something
sort of simple and modest and elegant.

That's what's called for.

Perhaps with a bow.

I think that's just right.

You've all been working much too hard.
I think the strain is beginning to show.

Eliza, I don't care what Mr. Higgins says.

You must put down your books
and go to bed.

Bed, bed, I couldn't go to bed

My head's too light to try to set it down

Sleep, sleep, I couldn't sleep tonight

Not for all the jewels in the crown

I could have danced all night

I could have danced all night

And still have begged for more

I could have spread my wings

And done a thousand things

I've never done before

I'll never know

What made it so exciting

Why all at once

My heart took flight

I only know when he

Began to dance with me

I could have danced, danced, danced

All night

It's after 3:00 now

Don't you agree now

- She ought to be in bed
- She ought to be in bed

- I could have danced
- You're tired out

- All night
- You must be dead

- I could have danced
- Your face is drawn

- All night
- Your eyes are red

- And still have
- Now say good night, please

- Begged for more
- Turn out the light, please

It's really time for you to be in bed

- I could have spread
- Do come along

- My wings
- Do as you're told

- And done a thousand things
- Or Mrs. Pearce is apt to scold

- I've never
- You're up too late, miss

- Done before
- And sure as fate, miss

You'll catch a cold

I'll never know

What made it so exciting

Why all at once

My heart took flight

- I only know
- Put down your book

- When he
- The work will keep

- Began to dance
- Now settle down

- With me
- And go to sleep

I could have danced, danced, danced

All night

I understand, dear

It's all been grand, dear

But now it's time to sleep

I could have danced all night

I could have danced all night

And still have begged for more

I could have spread my wings

And done a thousand things

I've never done before

I'll never know

What made it so exciting

Why all at once

My heart took flight

I only know when he

Began to dance with me

I could have danced, danced, danced

All night

Every duke and earl and peer is here

Everyone who should be here is here

What a smashing
Positively dashing spectacle

The Ascot opening day

At the gate are all the horses

Waiting for the cue to fly away

What a gripping, absolutely ripping

Moment at the Ascot opening day

Pulses rushing

Faces flushing

Heartbeats speed up

I have never been so keyed up

Any second now

They'll begin to run

Hark, a bell is ringing

They are springing forward

Look

It has begun

What a frenzied moment that was

Didn't they maintain an exhausting pace?

'Twas a thrilling, absolutely chilling

Running of the Ascot opening race

Mother.

Henry. What a disagreeable surprise.

Hello, Mother.

- How nice you look.
- What are you doing here?

You promised never to come to Ascot.
Go home at once.

I can't. I'm here on business.

No, Henry, you mustn't.

I'm quite serious.
You'll offend all my friends.

The moment they meet you,
I'll never see them again.

- Besides, you aren't dressed for Ascot.
- I changed my shirt.

Now, listen, Mother,
I've got a job for you, a phonetics job.

- I've picked up a girl.
- Henry.

Oh, no, not a love affair.
She's a flower girl.

I'm taking her to the annual embassy ball,
but I wanted to try her out first.

I beg your pardon?

- Well, you know the embassy ball.
- Of course, I know the ball, but—

So I invited her to your box today.
Do you understand?

A common flower girl?

She'll be all right.
I taught her how to speak properly.

She has strict instructions
as to her behavior.

She is to keep to two subjects—
the weather and everybody's health.

"Fine day" and "How do you do?" and not
just let herself go on things in general.

Help her along, darling.
You'll be quite safe.

Safe? To talk about one's health
in the middle of a race?

Well, she's got to talk about something.

Where is the girl now?

She's being pinned.

Some of the clothes we bought her
didn't quite fit.

I told Pickering
we should have taken her with us.

Thank goodness you're here.

- Mrs. Eynsford-Hill.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Higgins.

Thank you.

- You know my son, Henry.
- How do you do?

- I've seen you somewhere before.
- I don't know.

It doesn't matter. You better sit down.

- Lady Boxington.
- Where the devil can they be?

Lord Boxington.

Colonel Pickering,
you're just in time for tea.

Thank you, Mrs. Higgins.
May I introduce Miss Eliza Doolittle?

My dear Miss Doolittle.

How kind of you to let me come.

Delighted, my dear.

Lady Boxington.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Lord Boxington.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Mrs. Eynsford-Hill, Miss Doolittle.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

And Freddy Eynsford-Hill.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Miss Doolittle.

Good afternoon, Professor Higgins.

The first race was very exciting,
Miss Doolittle.

I'm so sorry that you missed it.

Will it rain, do you think?

The rain in Spain
stays mainly in the plain.

But in Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire,
hurricanes hardly ever happen.

How awfully funny.

What is wrong with that, young man?
I bet I got it right.

Smashing.

Hasn't it suddenly turned chilly?

I do hope we won't have
any unseasonable cold spells.

They bring on so much influenza.

And the whole of our family
is susceptible to it.

My aunt died of influenza.

So they said.

But it's my belief
they done the old woman in.

Done her in?

Yes, Lord love you.

Why should she die of influenza

when she'd come through diphtheria
right enough the year before?

Fairly blue with it, she was.

They all thought she was dead.

But my father,
he kept ladling gin down her throat.

Then she come to so sudden,
she bit the bowl off the spoon.

Dear me.

Now, what call would a woman
with that strength in her

have to die of influenza?

And what become of her new straw hat
that should have come to me?

Somebody pinched it.

And what I say is,
them that's pinched it done her in.

Done her in? Done her in, did you say?

Whatever does it mean?

That's the new small talk.

To do somebody in means to kill them.

But you surely don't believe
your aunt was killed?

Do I not?

Them she lived with would have
killed her for a hat pin, let alone a hat.

But it can't have been right
for your father

to pour spirits down her throat like that.

It might have killed her.

Not her.

Gin was mother's milk to her.

Besides, he poured so much
down his own throat,

he knew the good of it.

Do you mean that he drank?

Drank? My word, something chronic.

Here, what are you sniggering at?

It's the new small talk.
You do it so awfully well.

Well, if I was doing it proper,
what was you sniggering at?

Have I said anything I oughtn't?

Oh, no.

Not at all, my dear.

Well, that's a mercy, anyhow.

What I always say—

I don't know whether there's time
before the next race to place a bet.

- But come, my dear.
- I don't suppose so.

I have a bet on number seven.
I should be so happy if you would take it.

You'll enjoy the race ever so much more.

That's very kind of you.

- His name is Dover.
- Come along, my dear, come along.

There they are again

Lining up to run

Now they're holding steady
They are ready for it

Look

It has begun

Come on. Come on, Dover. Come on.

Come on, Dover. Come on.

Come on, Dover!

Move your blooming arse!

Oh, dear! What I heard!

Don't upset yourself, my dear.

Oh, my dear.

You're not serious, Henry.

You don't expect to take her
to the embassy ball.

Don't you think she's ready for it?

Dear Henry, she's ready for a canal barge.

Her language may need
a little refining, but—

Oh, really, Henry.

If you cannot see how impossible
this whole project is,

then you must be absolutely potty
about her.

I advise you to give it up and not
put yourself and this girl through more.

Give it up? It's the most fascinating
venture I've ever undertaken.

Pickering and I
are at it from morning till night.

It fills our whole lives.

Teaching Eliza, talking to Eliza,
listening to Eliza, dressing Eliza.

What?

You're a pretty pair of babies
playing with your live doll.

Here's the car.

I say, sir…

- Good evening, sir.
- Dinner ready? I'm famished.

Immediately, sir.

Good evening, Professor Higgins.

When she mentioned how her aunt
Bit off the spoon

She completely done me in

And my heart went on a journey to the moon

When she told about her father and the gin

And I never saw a more enchanting farce

Than the moment when she shouted:
"Move your blooming—"

- Yes, sir?
- Is Miss Doolittle in?

- Whom shall I say is calling?
- Freddy Eynsford-Hill.

If she doesn't remember who I am,

tell her I'm the chap
who was sniggering at her.

Yes, sir.

- And will you give her these?
- Yes, sir.

Wouldn't you like to come in, sir?

They're having dinner,
but you may wait in the hall.

No. No, thank you. I want to drink in
the street where she lives.

Yes, sir.

I have often walked

Down this street before

But the pavement always stayed
Beneath my feet before

All at once am I

Several stories high

Knowing I'm on the street where you live

Are there lilac trees

In the heart of town?

Can you hear a lark
In any other part of town?

Does enchantment pour

Out of every door?

No, it's just on the street where you live

And, oh, the towering feeling

Just to know somehow you are near

The overpowering feeling

That any second you may suddenly appear

People stop and stare

They don't bother me

For there's nowhere else on earth
That I would rather be

Let the time go by

I won't care if I

Can be here

On the street where you live

Oh, sir.

I'm terribly sorry, sir.

Miss Doolittle says she doesn't
want to see anyone ever again.

But why? She was unbelievable.

So I've been told, sir.
Is there any further message?

Yes. Tell her that I'll wait.

But it might be days, sir, even weeks.

But don't you see? I'll be happier here.

People stop and stare

They don't bother me

For there's nowhere else on earth
That I would rather be

Let the time go by

I won't care if I

Can be here

On the street

Where you live

It really is, Higgins.
It's inhuman to continue.

Do you realize what you've got
to teach this poor girl within six weeks?

To walk, talk, address a duke,
a lord, a bishop, an ambassador.

It's absolutely imposs—

Higgins, I'm trying to tell you
that I want to call off the bet.

I know you're a stubborn man, but so am I.
This experiment is over.

And nothing
short of an order from the king

could force me to recant.

Perhaps you'll excuse me.

You understand, Higgins, it's over.

Higgins.

Higgins, if there's any mishap
at the embassy tonight,

if Miss Doolittle suffers
any embarrassment whatever,

it'll be on your head alone.

Eliza can do anything.

Suppose she's discovered. Remember Ascot.
Suppose she makes another ghastly mistake.

There will be no horses
at the ball, Pickering.

Think how agonizing it would be.

If anything happened tonight,
I don't know what I'd do.

You could always rejoin your regiment.

This is no time for flippancy, Higgins.

The way you've driven the girl
the last six weeks

has exceeded all bounds of common decency.

For God's sake, stop pacing up and down.
Can't you settle somewhere?

Have some port. It'll quieten your nerves.

I'm not nervous.

- Where is it?
- On the piano.

- The car is here, sir.
- Oh, good.

- Tell Miss Doolittle.
- Yes, sir.

Tell Miss Doolittle indeed.
I bet you that damned gown doesn't fit.

I warned you about these French designers.

We should've gone to a good English shop
where everyone would've been on our side.

- Have a glass of port?
- No, thank you.

Are you so sure this girl will retain
everything you've hammered into her?

Well, we shall see.

Suppose she doesn't?

I lose my bet.

There's one thing I can't stand about you.
That's your confounded complacency.

At a moment like this,
with so much at stake,

it's utterly indecent
that you don't need a glass of port.

And what about the girl?

You act as though
she doesn't matter at all.

Rubbish, Pickering. Of course she matters.

What do you think
I've been doing all these months?

What could possibly matter more
than to take a human being

and change her
into a different human being

by creating a new speech for her?

It's filling up the deepest gap

that separates class from class
and soul from soul.

No, she matters immensely.

Miss Doolittle, you look beautiful.

Thank you, Colonel Pickering.

Don't you think so, Higgins?

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Deuvile.

Major General
the Right Honorable Sir James Clarence.

Marquess and Marchioness of Glenning.

Lady Suzanna De Longly.

Sir Albert and Lady Derring.

Honorable Mr. Archibald
and Lady Catherine Herring.

Maestro. Maestro.

Don't you remember me?

No. Who the devil are you?

I'm your pupil. Your first,
your greatest, your best pupil.

I'm Zoltan Karpathy, that marvelous boy.

I made your name famous throughout Europe.

You teach me phonetics.
You cannot forget me.

Why don't you have your hair cut?

I don't have your imposing appearance,
your figure, your brow.

If I had my hair cut,
nobody would notice me.

Where did you get all these old coins?

These are decorations for language.

The queen of Transylvania
is here this evening.

I'm indispensable to her
at these official international parties.

I speak 32 languages,
I know everyone in Europe.

No impostor can escape my detection.

Professor Karpathy.

The Greek ambassador.

Greek, my foot.

He pretends not to know any English,
but he cannot deceive me.

He's the son of a Yorkshire watchmaker.

He speaks English so villainously

that he cannot utter a word
without betraying his origin.

I help him pretend, but I make him pay
through the nose. I make them all pay.

Excuse me, sir, you are wanted upstairs.
Her Excellency asked for you.

Excuse me.

Viscount and Viscountess Sampson.

Baron and Baroness of Yester.

Sir Guy and Lady Skot Ackland.

The Count and Countess Demerau.

The Viscount and Viscountess Hillyard.

Mr. and Mrs. Richard Lanser.

Lord and Lady Clandon.

Miss Eliza Doolittle, Colonel Pickering.

Miss Eliza Doolittle, Colonel Pickering.

- Professor Higgins.
- Good evening, Miss Doolittle.

Your Excellency.

- Miss Doolittle.
- How do you do?

- Good evening, Colonel.
- Good evening.

Colonel, what an enchanting young lady
you have with you this evening.

- Thank you.
- Well, who is she?

A cousin of mine. And Higgins.
Excuse me.

Professor Higgins.

Such a faraway look,
as if she's always lived in a garden.

So she has, a sort of garden.

Henry must take Eliza home at once.
There's a language expert here.

- A sort of impostorologist.
- I beg your pardon.

The young lady with Colonel Pickering.

Find out who she is.

With pleasure.

The whole situation is highly explosive.

Tell me, Zoltan, some more
about the Greek ambassador.

Gladly, but first I would love you
to present me to this glorious creature.

Does he really come from Yorkshire?

You'll forgive me.

Her Majesty, the queen of Transylvania

and His Royal Highness, Prince Gregor.

Charming. Quite charming.

Miss Doolittle, ma'am.

Such a charming girl.

We'll know when we hear her announced.

Such a beautiful ball gown.

Miss Doolittle,
my son would like to dance with you.

Eliza?

Absolutely fantastic.

A lot of tomfoolery.

It was an immense achievement.

Well, Mr. Higgins?

A triumph, Mrs. Pearce. A total triumph.

Higgins, you were superb.
Absolutely superb.

Tell us the truth now.
Weren't you a bit nervous once or twice?

Not for a second.

Not during the whole evening?

When I saw we were gonna win hands down,

I felt like a bear in a cage
hanging about, nothing to do.

It was an immense achievement.

If I hadn't backed myself to do it,
I'd have given it up two months ago.

Absolutely fantastic.

A lot of tomfoolery.

Higgins, I salute you.

Silly people don't know
their own silly business.

Tonight, old man, you did it
You did it, you did it

You said that you would do it
And indeed you did

I thought that you would rue it
I doubted you'd do it

But now I must admit it
That succeed you did

You should get a medal
Or be even made a knight

Oh, it was nothing, really nothing

All alone you hurdled
Every obstacle in sight

Now wait, now wait
Give credit where it's due

A lot of the glory goes to you

But you're the one who did it
Who did it, who did it

As sturdy as Gibraltar
Not a second did you falter

There's no doubt about it

You did it

I must have aged a year tonight

At times I thought I'd die of fright

Never was there a momentary lull

Shortly after we came in
I saw at once we'd easily win

And after that, I found it deadly dull

You should have heard the "oohs" and "ahs"

Everyone wondering who she was

You'd think they'd never seen
A lady before

And when the prince of Transylvania
Asked to meet her

And gave his arm to lead her to the floor

I said to him
You did it, you did it, you did it

They thought she was ecstatic
And so damned aristocratic

And they never knew that

You did it

Thank goodness for Zoltan Karpathy.

If it hadn't been for him,
I would've died of boredom.

Karpathy? That dreadful Hungarian?
Was he there?

Yes, he was there, all right,
and up to his old tricks.

That blackguard
Who uses the science of speech

More to blackmail and swindle than teach

He made it the devilish business of his

To find out who this Miss Doolittle is

Every time we looked around, there he was

That hairy hound from Budapest

Never leaving us alone

Never have I ever known a ruder pest

Finally I decided it was foolish

Not to let him have his chance with her

So I stepped aside
And let him dance with her

Oozing charm from every pore

He oiled his way around the floor

Every trick that he could play

He used to strip her mask away

And when at last the dance was done

He glowed as if he knew he'd won

And with a voice too eager
And a smile too broad

He announced to the hostess
That she was a fraud

No!

"Her English is too good," he said

That clearly indicates that she is foreign

Whereas others are instructed
In their native language

English people aren't

And although she may have studied
With an expert dialectician and grammarian

I can tell

That she was a born Hungarian

Not only Hungarian, but of royal blood

She is a princess

"Her blood," he said, "is bluer
Than the Danube is or ever was

Royalty is absolutely written on her face

She thought that I was taken in
But actually I never was

How could she deceive
Another member of her race?"

"I know each language on the map"
Said he

"And she's Hungarian
As the first 'Hungarian Rhapsody'"

Bravo

Bravo

Bravo

Congratulations, Professor Higgins

For your glorious victory

Congratulations, Professor Higgins

You'll be mentioned in history

- This evening, sir, you did it
- Congratulations, Professor Higgins

- You said that you would do it
- For your glorious victory

And indeed you did

This evening, sir, you did it
You did it, you did it

We know that we have said it
But you did it and the credit for it

All belongs to you

Well, thank God that's over.

Now I can go to bed
without dreading tomorrow.

Good night, Mr. Higgins.

- Good night, Mrs. Pearce.
- I think I'll turn in too.

Good night, Higgins.
It's been a great occasion.

Good night, Pickering.

Mrs. Pearce?

Oh, damn.

I meant to ask her to give me coffee
in the morning instead of tea.

Leave a little note for her,
will you, Eliza?

And put out the lights.

Left them downstairs. Oh, darn it.

Leave my head behind one of these days.

What the devil have I done
with my slippers?

Here are your slippers!

There!

And there!

Take your slippers, and may you
never have a day's luck with them.

What on earth?
What's the matter? Is anything wrong?

No, nothing wrong with you.
I won your bet for you, haven't I?

That's enough for you.
I don't matter, I suppose.

You won my bet? You presumptuous insect.

I won it. What did you throw
those slippers at me for?

Because I wanted to smash your face.
I could kill you, you selfish brute.

Why didn't you leave me
where you picked me out of in the gutter?

You thank God it's all over now,
you can throw me back again there, do you?

Oh, so the creature's nervous after all.

Claws in, you cat.
How dare you show your temper to me.

Sit down and be quiet.

What's to become of me?
What's to become of me?

How the devil do I know?
What does it matter what becomes of you?

You don't care. I know you don't care.

You wouldn't care if I was dead.
I'm nothing to you.

Not as much as them slippers.

- Those slippers.
- Those slippers.

I didn't think
it meant any difference now.

Why have you suddenly begun
going on like this?

May I ask if you complain
of your treatment here?

No.

Has anybody behaved badly?
Colonel Pickering? Mrs. Pearce?

No.

Well, you don't pretend
that I have treated you badly?

- No.
- No. I'm glad to hear that.

Perhaps you're tired
after the strain of the day.

Would you have a chocolate?

No!

Thank you.

Well, it's only natural that you should
be anxious, but it's all over now.

Nothing more to worry about.

No, nothing more for you to worry about.

Oh, God, I wish I was dead.

Why? In heaven's name, why?

Now, listen to me, Eliza.
All this irritation is purely subjective.

I don't understand. I'm too ignorant.

It's just imagination.
Nothing's wrong. Nobody's hurting you.

Go to bed and sleep it off.

Have a little cry and say your prayers.
You'll feel very much more comfortable.

I heard your prayers—
"Thank God it's all over."

Well, don't you thank God it's all over

and how you're free
and you can do what you like?

What am I fit for?
What have you left me fit for?

Where am I to go? What am I to do?

And what's to become of me?

Oh, that's what's worrying you, is it?

Oh, I wouldn't worry about that
if I were you.

I'm sure you won't have any difficulty
in settling yourself somewhere or other.

I hadn't quite realized
you were going away.

You might marry, you know.

You see, Eliza, all men are not confirmed
old bachelors like me and the colonel.

Most men are the marrying sort,
poor devils.

And you're not bad-looking.

You're really quite a pleasure
to look at sometimes.

Well, not now, when you've been crying.
You look like the very devil.

But I mean when you're all right
and quite yourself,

you're what I would call attractive.

Now, you go to bed,
have a good night's rest,

then get up and have a look at yourself
in the glass.

You won't feel so bad.

I dare say my mother might find
some fellow or other who'd do very well.

- We were above that at Covent Garden.
- What do you mean?

I sold flowers. I didn't sell myself.

Now, you've made a lady of me,
I'm not fit to sell anything else.

Oh, tosh, Eliza.

Don't insult human relations

by dragging all that cant
about buying and selling into it.

You don't have to marry
if you don't want to.

What else am I to do?

Lots of things.

What about the old idea of a florist shop?

I'm sure Pickering would set you up
in one. He's got lots of money.

He paid for all those togs
you're wearing tonight.

And that with the hire of the jewelry
would make a big hole in £200.

Come on now. You'll be all right.

Well, I must be off to bed.
I'm really devilish sleepy.

I was looking for something. What was it?

Your slippers.

Oh, yes, of course. You shied them at me.

Before you go, sir…

do my clothes belong to me
or to Colonel Pickering?

What the devil use
would they be to Pickering?

Why do you bother about that
in the middle of the night?

I want to know
what I may take away with me.

I don't want to be accused of stealing.

Stealing?

You shouldn't have said that, Eliza.
That shows a want of feeling.

I'm sorry. I'm a common, ignorant girl.
In my station, I have to be careful.

There can't be any feelings between
the likes of you and the likes of me.

Please, will you tell me
what belongs to me and what doesn't?

Take the whole damned houseful
if you want.

Except the jewelry. That's hired.
Will that satisfy you?

Stop, please.

Will you take these to your room
and keep them safe?

I don't want to run the risk
of them being missed.

Hand them over.

If these belonged to me
and not the jeweler,

I'd ram them down your ungrateful throat.

The ring isn't the jeweler's.

It's the one you bought me in Brighton.

I don't want it now.

Don't you hit me!

Hit you? You infamous creature,
how dare you suggest such a thing.

It's you who have hit me.
You've wounded me to the heart.

I'm glad.
I've got a little of my own back anyhow.

You've caused me to lose my temper,
a thing that's hardly happened before.

I don't wish to discuss it
further tonight. I'm going to bed.

You better leave your own note
for Mrs. Pearce about the coffee,

for it won't be done by me.

Damn Mrs. Pearce,
damn the coffee and damn you.

And damn my own folly for having lavished

my hard-earned knowledge
and the treasure of my regard and intimacy

on a heartless guttersnipe.

Just you wait, Henry Higgins

Just you wait

You'll be sorry
But your tears'll be too late

You will be the one it's done to

And you'll have no one to run to

Just you wait

I have often walked

Down this street before

But the pavement always stayed
Beneath my feet before

All at once am I

Several stories high

Knowing I'm on the street where you live

Are there lilac trees

In the heart of town?

Can you hear a lark
In any other part of town?

Does enchantment pour

Out of every door?

No, it's just on the street where you live

And, oh, the towering feeling

Just to know somehow you are near

The overpowering feeling

That any second you may suddenly appear

People stop and stare

They don't—

Darling.

Freddy, whatever are you doing here?

Nothing. I spend most of my nights here.

It's the only place where I'm happy.
Don't laugh at me, Miss Doolittle.

Don't you call me Miss Doolittle,
do you hear?

Eliza's good enough for me.

Oh, Freddy, you don't think
I'm a heartless guttersnipe, do you?

Darling, how could you imagine
such a thing? You know how I feel.

I've written two or three times a day
telling you. Sheets and sheets.

Speak
And the world is full of singing

And I am winging higher than the birds

Touch
And my heart begins to crumble

The heavens tumble, darling, and I'm—

Words, words, words
I'm so sick of words

I get words all day through
First from him, now from you

Is that all you blighters can do?

Don't talk of stars burning above

If you're in love, show me

Tell me no dreams

Filled with desire

If you're on fire, show me

Here we are together
In the middle of the night

Don't talk of spring
Just hold me tight

Anyone who's ever been in love
Will tell you that

This is no time for a chat

Haven't your lips longed for my touch?

Don't say how much

Show me

Show me

Don't talk of love lasting through time

Make me no undying vow

Show me now

Sing me no song
Read me no rhyme

Don't waste my time
Show me

Don't talk of June
Don't talk of fall

Don't talk at all

Show me

Never do I ever want to hear another word

There isn't one I haven't heard

Here we are together
In what ought to be a dream

Say one more word and I'll scream

Haven't your arms hungered for mine?

Please don't explain

Show me

Show me

Don't wait until wrinkles and lines

Pop out all over my brow

Show me now

- Eliza, where are you going?
- To the river.

- What for?
- To make a hole in it.

Eliza, darling, what do you mean?

Taxi.

Taxi!

But I've no money.

I have.

- Where are we going?
- Where I belong.

Darling, shall I come with you?

With one enormous chair

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Lots of chocolate for me to eat

Lots of coal making lots of heat

Warm face, warm hands, warm feet

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Buy a flower, miss?

Yes, please.

I would never budge

Till spring crept over me windowsill

Someone's head resting on my knee

Warm and tender as she can be

Who takes good care of me

Oh, wouldn't it

Be loverly?

Good morning, miss. Can I help you?

Do you mind if I warm my hands?

Go right ahead, miss.

- Yes?
- Excuse me, miss.

For a second I thought
you were somebody else.

Who?

Forgive me, ma'am. Early morning light
playing tricks with my eyes.

Can I get you a taxi, ma'am?

A lady like you shouldn't be walking alone
round London this hour of the morning.

No, thank you.

Someone's head resting on my knee

Warm and tender as he can be

Who takes good care of me

Oh, wouldn't it

Be loverly?

Loverly

Loverly

Loverly

Loverly

Goodbye, Alfie.

Goodbye.

I'll call you Mr. Doolittle now.

Do come again, Mr. Doolittle.

We value your patronage always.

Oh, thank you, my good man. Thank you.

Here. Come here.

Take the missus on a trip to Brighton
with my compliments.

Thank you, Mr. Doolittle.

Charming spot this, Harry.
We must visit it more often.

Father?

Oh, no.

You see, Harry, he has no mercy.

Sent her down to spy on me
in me misery, he did.

Me own flesh and blood.

Well, I'm miserable, all right.
You can tell him that straight.

What are you talking about?
What you dressed up for?

As if you didn't know.

Go on back to that Wimpole Street devil,
tell him what he's done to me.

What's he done to you?

Ruined me, that's all.

Tied me up and delivered me
into the hands of middle-class morality.

And don't you defend him.

Was it him or was it not him

wrote to an old American blighter
named Wallingford

who was giving five millions
to fund moral reform societies

to tell him the most original moralist
in England

was Mr. Alfred P. Doolittle,
a common dustman?

That sounds like one of his jokes.

You may call it a joke.
It's put the lid on me proper.

The old bloke died and left me
£4,000 a year in his blooming will.

Who asked him
to make a gentleman out of me?

I was happy, I was free.

I touched pretty nigh everyone
for money when I wanted it,

same as I touched him.

Now I'm tied neck and heels
and everybody touches me.

A year ago,
I hadn't a relation in the world

except one or two
who wouldn't speak to me.

Now I've 50.

Not a decent week's wages
amongst the lot of them.

I have to live for others now,
not for meself.

Middle-class morality.

Come along, Alfie. Another couple
of hours, we have to be at the church.

- Church?
- Yeah, church.

The deepest cut of all.

Why do you think I'm dressed up
like a ruddy pall-bearer?

Your stepmother wants to marry me.

Now I'm respectable,
she wants to be respectable.

Well, if that's the way you feel about it,
why don't you give the money back?

That's the tragedy of it, Eliza.

It's easy to say chuck it,
but I haven't the nerve.

We're all intimidated. That's what we are.
Intimidated. Bought up.

Yeah. That's what I am.

That's what your precious professor's
brought me to.

Not my precious professor.

Sent you back, has he?

First he shoves me in the middle class,

then he chucks you out
for me to support you.

That's all part of his plan.

But you double-cross him.

Don't you come back home to me.

Don't you take tuppence from me.

You stand on your own two feet.
You're a lady now, and you can do it.

Yeah, that's right, Eliza.
You're a lady now.

Eliza, it's getting awfully cold
in that taxi.

Here, Eliza, would you like to come
and see me turned off this morning, eh?

St. George's Hanover Square, 10:00.

I wouldn't advise it, but you're welcome.

- No, thank you, Dad.
- No.

Are you all finished here, Eliza?

Yes, Freddy.

I'm all finished here.

Good luck, Dad.

Thank you, Eliza.

- Come along, Alfie.
- How much time have I got left?

There's just a few more hours
That's all the time you've got

A few more hours before they tie the knot

There's drinks and girls all over London

And I gotta track 'em down
In just a few more hours

Set 'em up, me darlin'

I'm gettin' married in the mornin'

Ding dong
The bells are gonna chime

Pull out the stopper
Let's have a whopper

But get me to the church on time

I got to be there in the mornin'

Spruced up and lookin' in me prime

Girls, come and kiss me

Show how you'll miss me

But get me to the church on time

If I am dancin'
Roll up the floor

If I am whistlin'

Me out the door

I'm gettin' married in the mornin'

Ding dong
The bells are gonna chime

Kick up a rumpus
But don't lose the compass

And get me to the church

Get him to the church

For God's sake, get me to the church

On time

I'm gettin' married in the mornin'

Ding dong
The bells are gonna chime

Some bloke who's able
Lift up the table

And get me to the church on time

If I am flyin'
Then shoot me down

If I am wooin'
Get her out of town

For I'm gettin' married in the mornin'

Ding dong
The bells are gonna chime

Feather and tar me
Call out the army

But get me to the church

Get me to the church

Oh, for God's sake, get me to the church

On time

He's gettin' married in the mornin'

Ding dong
The bells are gonna chime

Come on, pull out the stopper
Let's have a whopper

But get me to the church on time

He's got to be there in the mornin'

Spruced up and lookin' in his prime

Girls, come and kiss me
Show how you'll miss me

But get me to the church on time

If I am dancin'
Roll up the floor

If I am whistlin'

Me out the door

For he's gettin' married in the mornin'

Ding dong
The bells are gonna chime

Ding dong
The bells are gonna chime

Drug me or jail me
Stamp me and mail me

But get me to the church

Get him to the church

For God's sake, get me to the church

On time

Girls come and kiss him
Show how they miss him

And get him to the church on time

Kick up a rumpus
But don't lose the compass

And get him to the church on time

If I am flyin'
Then shoot me down

If I am wooin'
Get her out of town

Ouch!

He's gettin' married in the mornin'

Ding dong
The bells are gonna chime

- Some bloke who's able
- Lift up the table

Get me to the church on time

It's a nice morning!

Cheers!

But get him to the church

Get him to the church

Starlight is reelin' home to bed now

Morning is smearing up the sky

London is waking

Daylight is breaking

Good luck, old chum

Good health

Goodbye

I'm gettin' married

In the mornin'

Ding dong

The bells are gonna chime

Hail and salute me
Then haul off and boot me

And get him to the church
Get him to the church

For God's sake, get him to the church

On

Time

Pickering! Pickering!

- Didn't she say where to send her clothes?
- I told you. She took them all with her.

- Pickering.
- What's the matter?

Here's a confounded thing. Eliza's bolted.

- Bolted?
- Bolted.

Last night, Mrs. Pearce let her go
without telling me a thing about it.

- Well, I'm dashed.
- What am I to do?

I got tea this morning instead of coffee.
I don't know where anything is.

- I don't know when my appointments are.
- Eliza would know.

Of course she'd know,
but, damn it, she's gone!

Did either of you gentlemen
frighten her last night?

Last night? We hardly said a word to her.
You were there.

Did you bully her after I went to bed?

The other way around.
She threw the slippers at me.

I never gave her
the slightest provocation.

The slippers suddenly came at my head
before I uttered a word.

She used the most disgraceful language.
I was shocked.

- Well, I'm dashed.
- I don't understand.

We've always given her
every consideration.

- She admitted it herself.
- Well, I'm dashed.

Pickering, for God's sake,
stop being dashed and do something.

- What?
- Well, phone the police.

What are they there for, in heaven's name?

Mr. Higgins, you can't give
Eliza's name to the police

as if she were a thief or a lost umbrella.

Why not? I want to find the girl.

She belongs to me.
I paid five pounds for her.

Quite right. Hello. Scotland Yard, please.

Get me some coffee, would you please?

- Yes, sir.
- Mrs…

Scotland Yard? Pearce, of course.
I beg your pardon, yes.

This is Colonel Pickering speaking.
Hugh Pickering.

27A Wimpole Street.

- I want to report a missing person.
- Male or female?

A Miss Eliza Doolittle, yes. About 21.

And her height?

- I should say about 5'7".
- What color eyes?

Her eyes? Let me think now.
Her eyes, her eyes.

- Brown.
- Brown, yes.

No, no, no. No— Her hair?

Oh, good Lord. Let me…

Well, sort of nondescript
neutral sort of—

Brown, brown, brown!

You heard what he said?
Brown, brown, brown, yes.

No, no, no, this is her residence. 27A—

About between 3:00 and 4:00 this morning,
I understand.

Yes. No, no, no.

No, she's no relation, no.

What? Well, just let's call her
a good friend, shall we?

I beg your pardon.

Listen to me, my man,
I don't like the tenor of that question.

What the girl does here is our affair.

Your affair is to get her back
so that she can continue doing it.

Well, I'm dashed.

What, in all in heaven
Can have prompted her to go

After such a triumph at the ball?

What could have depressed her?
What could have possessed her?

I cannot understand the wretch at all

Higgins, I have an old school chum
at the Home Office.

Perhaps he can help.
Think I'll give him a ring.

Number, please.

Whitehall 7-2-double 4, please.

Whitehall 7-2-double 4.

Women are irrational
That's all there is to that

Their heads are full of cotton
Hay and rags

They're nothing but exasperating
Irritating, vacillating

Calculating, agitating, maddening
And infuriating hags

The Home Office here.

Oh, I want to speak
to Mr. Brewster Budgin, please.

- Would you hold on, sir?
- Yes, I'll wait.

Pickering…

why can't a woman be more like a man?

I beg your pardon?

Yes, why can't a woman

Be more like a man?

Men are so honest
So thoroughly square

Eternally noble, historically fair

Who, when you win
Will always give your back a pat

Well, why can't a woman

Be like that?

Why does every one do what the others do?

Can't a woman learn to use her head?

Why do they do everything
Their mothers do?

Why don't they grow up
Well, like their father instead?

Why can't a woman take after a man?

Men are so pleasant
So easy to please

Whenever you're with them
You're always at ease

Would you be slighted
If I didn't speak for hours?

Of course not.

Would you be livid
If I had a drink or two?

Nonsense.

Would you be wounded
If I never sent you flowers?

Never.

Well, why can't a woman

Be like you?

One man in a million may shout a bit

Now and then
There's one with slight defects

One, perhaps, whose truthfulness
You doubt a bit

But by and large we are a marvelous sex

Why can't a woman take after a man?

Because men are so friendly
Good-natured and kind

A better companion you never will find

If I were hours late for dinner
Would you bellow?

Of course not.

If I forgot your silly birthday
Would you fuss?

Nonsense.

Would you complain
If I took out another fellow?

Never.

Well, why can't a woman

Be like us?

- Hello. Mr. Brewster Budgin there?
- Yes, Budgin here.

Bruzzie.

Bruzzie, you'll never,
never guess who this is.

Oh, don't be silly. It's Pickering.

You're quite right, yes, it is.
Good heavens.

By George, what a memory.

How are you, Bruzzie?

- Nice to hear your voice.
- Do you know how long it's been?

What? Oh, don't say that.
Is it really 30 years? Good heavens.

Quite right. Yes, oceans of water.
Listen, I'll tell you why I rang up.

Something rather unpleasant's
happened this end.

- Could I come and see you?
- Yes, of course.

Well, I could. Yes, now. Straightaway.

Righto, good. Thank you, thank you.
Goodbye, Bruzzie. Thank you very much.

Mrs. Pearce,
I'm going along to the Home Office.

I do hope you find her, Colonel Pickering.

Mr. Higgins will miss her.

Mr. Higgins will miss her, eh?

Blast Mr. Higgins. I'll miss her.

Pickering?

Pickering?

Mrs. Pearce?

- Yes, sir?
- Where's the colonel?

He's gone to the Home Office, sir.

There you are.

I'm disturbed and he runs for help.
Now, there's a good fellow.

Mrs. Pearce, you're a woman.

Why can't a woman

Be more like a man?

Men are so decent
Such regular chaps

Ready to help you through any mishaps

Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum

Why can't a woman

Be a chum?

Why is thinking something women never do?

Why is logic never even tried?

Straightening up their hair
Is all they ever do

Why don't they straighten up
The mess that's inside?

Why can't a woman behave like a man?

If I was a woman who'd been to a ball

Been hailed as a princess
By one and by all

Would I start weeping
Like a bathtub overflowing?

Or carry on as if my home were in a tree?

Would I run off
And never tell me where I'm going?

Why can't a woman

Be like me?

Do you mean to say that after you'd done
this wonderful thing for them

without making a single mistake,

they just sat there,
never said a word to you,

never petted you, or admired you,
or told you how splendid you'd been?

Not a word. They just sat there
congratulating each other

on how marvelous they'd been,

and the next moment
on how glad they were it was all over

and what a bore it had all been.

This is simply appalling.

I should not have thrown
my slippers at him,

I should have thrown the fire irons.

- Good day, Professor Higgins.
- What's that?

- Is my mother in?
- Henry.

I knew it wouldn't be too long.

Now, remember,

you not only danced
with a prince last night,

you behaved like a princess.

Mother, the most confounded thing.
Do you—

You?

Good afternoon, Professor Higgins.
Are you quite well?

Am I—

Of course you are. You are never ill.

Would you care for some tea?

Don't you dare try that game on me.
I taught it to you.

Now, come home and stop being a fool.

You've caused me enough trouble
for one morning.

Really nicely put indeed, Henry.
No woman could resist such an invitation.

How did this baggage get here
in the first place?

Eliza came to see me this morning
and I was delighted to have her.

If you don't promise to behave yourself,
I must ask you to leave.

You mean to say
I'm to put on my Sunday manners

for this thing that I created

out of the squashed cabbage leaves
of Covent Garden?

- That's precisely what I mean.
- Well, I'll see her damned first.

However did you learn good manners
with my son around?

It was very difficult.

I should never have known
how ladies and gentlemen behave

if it hadn't been for Colonel Pickering.

He always showed me
that he felt and thought about me

as if I were something better
than a common flower girl.

You see, Mrs. Higgins,
apart from the things one can pick up,

the difference between a lady
and a flower girl is not how she behaves,

but how she is treated.

I shall always be a flower girl
to Professor Higgins

because he always treats me
as a flower girl and always will.

But I know I shall always be a lady
to Colonel Pickering

because he always treats me
as a lady and always will.

Henry, don't grind your teeth.

The bishop is here, madam.
Shall I show him into the garden?

The bishop and the professor?
Good heavens, no.

I shall be excommunicated.

I'll see him in the library.

Eliza, if my son
starts breaking up things,

I give you full permission
to have him evicted.

Henry, dear,
I suggest you stick to two subjects—

the weather and your health.

Well, you've had a bit
of your own back, as you call it.

Have you had enough
and are you going to be reasonable

or do you want any more?

You want me back
only to pick up your slippers

and put up with your tempers
and fetch and carry for you.

I didn't say I wanted you back at all.

Oh, indeed?
Then what are we talking about?

Well, about you, not about me.

If you come back, you'll be treated
as you've always been treated.

I can't change my nature.
I don't intend to change my manners.

My manners are exactly the same
as Colonel Pickering's.

That's not true. He treats a flower girl
as if she were a duchess.

Well, I treat a duchess
as if she was a flower girl.

Oh, I see. The same to everybody.

Just so.

You see, the great secret, Eliza,
is not a question of good manners

or bad manners
or any particular sort of manners,

but having the same manner
for all human souls.

The question is not
whether I treat you rudely,

but whether you've ever heard me
treat anyone else better.

I don't care how you treat me.
I don't mind your swearing at me.

I shouldn't mind a black eye.
I've had one before this.

But I won't be passed over.

Well, then get out of my way,
for I won't stop for you.

You talk about me
as though I was a motor bus.

So you are a motor bus.

All bounce and go
and no consideration for anybody.

But I can get along without you.
Don't you think I can't.

I know you can. I told you you could.

You've never wondered, I suppose,
whether I could get along without you.

Don't you try to get around me.
You'll have to.

So I can,
without you or any soul on earth.

I shall miss you, Eliza.

I've learned something
from your idiotic notions.

I confess that, humbly and gratefully.

Well, you have my voice
on your gramophone.

When you feel lonely without me,
you can turn it on.

It has no feelings to hurt.

Well, I can't turn your soul on.

You are a devil.

You can twist the heart in a girl

just as easily as someone
can twist her arms to hurt her.

What am I to come back for?

For the fun of it.
That's why I took you on.

And you may throw me out tomorrow
if I don't do everything you want me to.

Yes, and you may walk out tomorrow
if I don't do everything you want me to.

And live with my father?

Yes, or sell flowers.
Or would you rather marry Pickering?

I wouldn't marry you if you asked me,
and you're nearer my age than what he is.

- Than he is.
- I'll talk as I like.

You're not my teacher now.

That's not what I want,
and don't you think it is.

I've always had chaps enough
wanting me that way.

Freddy Hill writes me twice
and three times a day. Sheets and sheets.

In short, you want me to be as infatuated
about you as he is. Is that it?

No, I don't.

That's not the sort of feeling
I want from you.

I want a little kindness.

I know I'm a common, ignorant girl
and you're a book-learned gentleman.

But I'm not dirt under your feet.

What I done—

What I did
was not for the taxis and the dresses,

but because we were pleasant together
and I come to—

came to care for you,

not to want you to make love to me

and not forgetting
the difference between us…

but more friendly-like.

Well, of course. That's how I feel.

And how Pickering feels.

- Eliza, you're a fool.
- That's not the proper answer to give me.

It's the only answer
till you stop being a plain idiot.

If you're going to be a lady,
you'll have to give up feeling neglected

if the men you know don't spend
half their time sniveling over you

and the other half giving you black eyes.

You find me cold, unfeeling, selfish,
don't you?

Well, be off with you
to the sort of people you like.

Marry some sentimental hog or other
with lots of money

and a thick pair of lips to kiss you with

and a thick pair of boots
to kick you with.

If you can't appreciate what you've got,
get what you can appreciate.

Oh, I can't talk to you.

You always turn everything against me.
I'm always in the wrong.

But don't be too sure
that you have me under your feet

to be trampled on and talked down.

I'll marry Freddy, I will,
as soon as I'm able to support him.

Freddy?

That poor devil who couldn't get a job
as an errand boy

even if he had the guts to try for it?

Woman, don't you understand?
I've made you a consort for a king.

Freddy loves me.
That makes him king enough for me.

I don't want him to work.
He wasn't brought up to it as I was.

I'll go and be a teacher.

What will you teach, in heaven's name?

What you taught me. I'll teach phonetics.

I'll offer myself as an assistant
to that brilliant Hungarian.

What, that impostor? That humbug?
That toadying ignoramus?

Teach him my methods, my discoveries?

You take one step in that direction
and I'll wring your neck.

Wring away. What do I care?
I knew you'd strike me one day.

That's done you, Henry Higgins, it has.

Now, I don't care that
for your bullying and your big talk.

What a fool I was
What a dominated fool

To think you were the earth and sky

What a fool I was
What an addle-pated fool

What a mutton-headed dolt was I

No, my reverberating friend

You are not the beginning and the end

You impudent hussy.

There's not an idea in your head
or a word in your mouth

that I haven't put there.

There'll be spring every year without you

England still will be here without you

There'll be fruit on the tree
And a shore by the sea

There'll be crumpets and tea without you

Art and music will thrive without you

Somehow Keats will survive without you

And there still will be rain
On that plain down in Spain

Even that will remain without you

I can do

Without you

You, dear friend

Who talk so well

You can go to

Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire

They can still rule the land without you

Windsor Castle will stand without you

And without much ado

We can all muddle through without you

You brazen hussy.

Without your pulling it, the tide comes in

Without your twirling it
The Earth can spin

Without your pushing them
The clouds roll by

If they can do without you

Ducky, so can I

I shall not feel alone without you

I can stand on my own without you

So go back in your shell
I can do bloody well

Without—

By George, I really did it

I did it, I did it

I said I'd make a woman, and indeed I did

I knew that I could do it
I knew it, I knew it

I said I'd make a woman, and succeed I did

Eliza, you're magnificent.

Five minutes ago,
you were a millstone round my neck

and now you're a tower of strength,

a consort battleship.

I like you this way.

Goodbye, Professor Higgins.

You shall not be seeing me again.

Mother!

Mother!

What is it, Henry? What's happened?

She's gone.

Well, of course, dear.
What did you expect?

Well…

what am I to do?

Do without, I suppose.

And so I shall.

If the Higgins oxygen
burns up her little lungs,

let her seek some stuffiness
that suits her.

She's an owl sickened by a few days
of my sunshine.

Very well. Let her go.
I can do without her.

I can do without anyone.
I have my own soul.

My own spark of divine fire.

Bravo, Eliza.

Damn, damn, damn, damn

I've grown accustomed to her face

She almost makes the day begin

I've grown accustomed to the tune
That she whistles night and noon

Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs

Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out and breathing in

I was serenely independent
And content before we met

Surely I could always be that way again

And yet I've grown accustomed to her look

Accustomed to her voice

Accustomed to her face

Marry Freddy. What an infantile idea.

What a heartless, wicked,
brainless thing to do.

But she'll regret it. She'll regret it!

It's doomed before they even take the vow.

I can see her now
Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill

In a wretched little flat above a store

I can see her now
Not a penny in the till

And a bill collector beating at the door

She'll try to teach the things
I taught her

And end up selling flowers instead

Begging for her bread and water

While her husband has his breakfast in bed

In a year or so
When she's prematurely gray

And the blossom in her cheek
Has turned to chalk

She'll come home, and lo

He'll have upped and run away

With a social-climbing heiress
From New York

Poor Eliza

How simply frightful

How humiliating

How delightful

How poignant it'll be
On that inevitable night

When she hammers on my door
In tears and rags

Miserable and lonely
Repentant and contrite

Will I take her in
Or hurl her to the wolves?

Give her kindness
Or the treatment she deserves?

Will I take her back
Or throw the baggage out?

Well, I'm a most forgiving man

The sort who never could, ever would

Take a position and staunchly never budge

Just a most forgiving man

But I shall never take her back

If she were crawling on her knees

Let her promise to atone
Let her shiver, let her moan

I'll slam the door
And let the hellcat freeze

Marry Freddy.

But I'm so used to hear her say

"Good morning" every day

Her joys, her woes

Her highs, her lows

Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out and breathing in

I'm very grateful she's a woman

And so easy to forget

Rather like a habit one can always break

And yet I've grown accustomed to the trace

Of something in the air

Accustomed to her face

We are proud.

He ain't above giving lessons.
Not him. I heard him say so.

Well, I ain't come here
to ask for any compliment,

and if my money's not good enough,
I can go elsewhere.

Good enough for what?

Good enough for you.
Now you know, don't you?

I'm come to have lessons, I am,
and to pay for them too, make no mistake.

What is it you want, my girl?

I want to be a lady in a flower shop

instead of selling at the corner
of Tottenham Court Road.

But they won't take me
unless I can talk more genteel.

He said he could teach me.
Well, here I am.

Ready to pay, not asking any favor.
And he treats me as if I was dirt.

I know what lessons cost
as well as you do, and I'm ready to pay.

I won't give more than a shilling.
Take it or leave it.

It's almost irresistible.
She's so deliciously low.

So horribly dirty. I'll take it.

I'll make a duchess
of this draggle-tailed guttersnipe.

I washed my face and hands
before I come, I did.

Eliza?

Where the devil are my slippers?