The Finest Man That Ever Breathed

MICHAEL: Life is a strumpet stained with wine. "Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages!"
 

DR FASSBENDER: Isn't that Schiller? 

MICHAEL: Shakespeare.

DR FASSBENDER: Mm? 

MICHAEL: [Indicating a portrait of the Bard] That man there is the finest man that ever breathed.

DR FASSBENDER: Who is?

MICHAEL: He is. 

DR FASSBENDER: He is? Who's he? 

MICHAEL: Who's he?

DR FASSBENDER: Mm. 

MICHAEL: [Taking off his jacket] I'll soon show you who he is. 

DR FASSBENDER: Hey! You must not strike me, you naughty boy!  You're my patient, that's who you are! And, anyway, I can lick any Freudian psychoanalyst what's in this house. 

 'What's New Pussycat?" - 1965

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