When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect - they refer, in short, just to that intense and pure elevation of soul - not of intellect, or of heart.
Travis:
Wyatt, could you maybe talk to Marco about him always doing my face? You remember in the "What?" video I established the [makes face]
Travis:
face? Well ever since then, every time you see Marco, he's doing the [makes face]
Travis:
face and it's MINE. You look at him on TRL: "Hi Carson! [makes face]
Travis:
" You look at him on the Kids' Choice Awards: "This is ours? Thanks! [makes face]
Travis:
" And then right here on the cover of Seventeen Magazine: "Hi little girl, beauty secrets? [makes face]
Travis:
" It's my face... it's MY face!
Marco:
Uh, hey Travis, am I uh, [makes face]
Marco:
doin' your face, 'cause [makes face]
Marco:
god forbid I [makes face]
Marco:
do your face 'cause it's [makes face]
Marco:
such a good face! [Travis jumps Marco]
Wyatt:
[Breaks them apart] Eye contact. Hand. [slaps Marco's hand]
Wyatt:
Eye contact. Hand. [slaps Travis' hand]
Wyatt:
Now, when we land, I will talk to the choreographer, and she will get you a new face.
Marco:
Awh, too bad his mama couldn't give him a good face!
Professor G.H. Dorr:
Madam, or rather, mesdames, you must accept our apologies for not bein' able to perform, for, as you see, we are shorthanded. Gawain is still at work, and we could no more play with one part tacit than a horse could canter shy one leg. Perhaps I could offer, as a poor but ready substitute, a brief poetic recital. Though I do not pretend to any great oratorical skills, I would be happy to present, with your ladies' permission, verse from the unquiet mind of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Ladies, thy beauty is to me like those Nicean barks of yore, that gently, o'er a perfumed sea, the weary, wayworn wanderer bore, to his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, thy Naiad airs have brought me home to the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome.
Narrator (Old Sayuri):
The winter I turned fifteen I saw the chairman again, but that wasn't the only surprise fate brought me that season. Along with the snow came a most unexpected visitor.
Mother:
Why is she here? Chiyo, Chiyo, open the gate! [motioning for her to open the door and straigtening herself before going to her table]
Mameha:
Now that your beloved granny has gone you have no need for a maid.
Mother:
I would never question the great Mameha, but you could choose anyone in the Hanamachi.
Mameha:
You flatter me, truly. [bowering her head in compliment]
Mother:
I would give you my pumpkin if she weren't already tied to Hatsumomo.
Mameha:
Please I would never dream of asking
Mother:
Besides, I can always sell Chiyo to Mrs. Tetsuyo. [smoking her cigerette]
Mameha:
With your eye for beauty and nose for talent,surely you can see what a terrible waste that would be.
Mother:
If you were not the kind hearted Geisha I know you to be, then I might think that you werescheming against Hatsumomo. [looking towards the door where Chiyo and Pumpkin are listening]
Mameha:
Then I'm grateful Mrs. Nita that you don't have a suspicious mind.
Mother:
Perhaps you can pique my interest with... your offer.
Mameha:
I will cover Chiyo's schooling, all her expenses, until after her debut. [proposing as she slides her cup across the table]
Mother:
Now I am confident that you are teasing. [pouring more tea]
Mameha:
I could not be more sincere. If Chiyo has not repaid her debt within six months after her debut.
Mother:
[scoffing] Impossible, too little time!
Mameha:
Then I will pay you twice over. [uping the offer]
Mother:
What...? No Geisha could ever... [pushing the tea towards Mameha]
Mameha:
And I am certain you will not object to one trivial condition.
Mother:
Uh yes...? [puts down pipe, listening intently]
Mameha:
If Chiyo erases her debt in the time allowed, You will not have any part in her future earnings.
Mother:
[smirks in acceptance]
