'Liza Doolittle Day!

One evening the King will say "oh 'Liza, old thing,

I want all of England your praises to sing.

Next week on the Twentieth of May, 

I'll proclaim 'Liza Doolittle day!"

Se foi proclamado, não me restam alternativas a não ser comemorar, certo? Certo. E como a minha Eliza Doolittle é a Julie Andrews (questão de preferência, apesar de eu não ter absolutamente nada contra a versão de Audrey), aqui estão algumas fotos da produção do musical My Fair Lady, por Alan Jay Lerner e Frederick Loewe. 

Aproveitem sem moderações e tenham um excelente Eliza Doolittle day!

Como um conto de fadas, a vendedora de flores é transformada na bela dama.

"Aow, I'm a good girl, I am!"

"She's so deliciously low, so horribly dirty!"

"Wouldn't it be loverly?"

"Think of it, Eliza. Think of chocolates and taxis and gold and diamonds."

"Look at her, a prisoner of the gutter, condemned by every syllable she utters."

"I ain't dirty. I washed my face and hands before I come, I did!"

"I knew she had a career in front of 'er."

"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane!"

"Now what call would a woman with that strength in her have to die of influenza? And what become of her new straw hat that should have come to me? Somebody pinched it. And what I say is: them 'as pinched it, done her in."

 

"C'mon Dover, move your blooming arse!"

"By George, I really did it, I did it, I did it! I said I'd make a woman and indeed, I did. I knew that I could do it, I knew it, I knew it! I said I'd make a woman and succeed, I did!  Eliza, you're magnificent. Five minutes ago, you were a millstone around my neck, and now you're a tower of strength, a consort battleship. I like you this way."

"I sold flowers; I didn't sell myself. Now you've made a lady of me, I'm not fit to sell anything else."

"Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words! I get words all day through -
first from him, now from you, is that all you blighters can do?"

"But I'm so used to hear her say, "Good morning" every day... Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows, are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in... I'm very grateful she's a woman, and so easy to forget! Rather like a habit one can always break... And yet... I've grown accustomed to the trace... of something in the air... Accustomed... to her... face."

"Eliza, where the devil are my slippers?"

Crédito de Fotos: Julie Andrews Forum Gallery; Acervo pessoal.