Maria Schneider in Last Tango in Paris

You know you're old.

You're getting fat.

Fat is it? How unkind.

Half of your eye is out.

And the other half is almost wide.

How poetic.

Before you go wash my feet.

Okay.

I hope that's a wish.

No.

It's full of mystery.

Give me the sword.

Listen.

You've done good.

All the mysteries that you're ever going to know in life

are right here.

It's like everybody but

at the same time it's different.

You mean like everybody?

Yeah but

even it frighten me.

Even it frighten me.

What is he? A local?

He could be. He looks it.

You know what?

I'm in love with him.

I can't wait.

Because he know how to make me fall in love with him.

You want this man that you love

to protect you and take care of you, huh?

Yeah.

You want this golden, shining, powerful

wire to build a fortress

where you can hide him

comfortable enough and secure enough

so that he can worship in

front of the aura of his own prick.

But I find this man.

No. You're alone. You're all alone.

Maybe then you can, you'll be able to find him.

But I find this man.

It's you.

You're that man.