Нью-Йорк, бар на крыше:

And then he asked me:
- Are you a gardener or a rose?
- What's the matter?
- In this life you are rather the one who cares or the one who's fragile and needs care.
- Then I'm a rose, - I replied, - but I'm a wild one. I don't need a gardener, I grow better on freedom

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Нью-Йорк, anywhere:

I'd like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I'm under the table,
after four I'm under my host.

Моя любимая Дороти Паркер

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