Ninotchka: You might hold this for me.
Leon: I’d love to.
Leon: Facing north? Well now, I’d hate to commit myself without my compass. Pardon me, are you an explorer?
Ninotchka: No, I am looking for the Eiffel Tower.
Leon: Good heavens, is that thing lost again? Oh, are you interested in a view?
Ninotchka: I’m interested in the Eiffel Tower from a technical standpoint.
Leon: Technical? No, no, I’m afraid I couldn’t be of much help from that angle. You see, a Parisian only goes to the Tower in moments of despair to jump off.
Ninotchka: How long does it take a man to land?
Leon: Now isn’t that too bad. The last time I jumped, I forgot to time it.
Ninotchka: Why do you need my finger?
Leon: It’s bad manners to point with your own. There, the Eiffel Tower.
Leon: Where are we? Now let me see. Where are we? Ah, here we are. There you are, and here am I. Feel it?
Leon: Well, I don’t have to, but I find it natural.
Ninotchka: Suppress it.
Leon: I’ll try.
Ninotchka: For my own information, would you call your approach toward me typical of the local morale?
Leon: Mademoiselle, it is that approach which has made Paris what it is.
Ninotchka: You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?
Leon: Well, nothing’s happened recently to shake my self-confidence.
Ninotchka: I have heard of the arrogant male in capitalistic society. It is having a superior earning power that makes you that way.
Leon: A Russian! I love Russians! Comrade. I’ve been fascinated by your Five-Year Plan for the last fifteen years.
Ninotchka: Your type will soon be extinct.