The Brass Bottle (1964)

Kamala Devi: Tezra

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Quotes 

• Harold Ventimore : Please don't misunderstand, Miss, you're very lovely. But, I happen to be in love with somebody else.

  Tezra : Then, pray, may I grace thy harem as one of thy lesser favorites?

  Harold Ventimore : I don't have a harem.

  Fakrash : They have a strange custom these days, Texra. One wife to a man.

  Tezra : Verily! It took us 3,000 years; but, we have prevailed. I shall find this changed world most pleasing.

• Tezra : [walking in high heels]  Can the females of today truly walk in these?

  Harold Ventimore : Yes. Don't ask me how.

• Tezra : Harold, what shall I do with this?

  [holds up a pair of female underwear] 

  Sylvia Kenton : I suppose she's a Genie too!

  Harold Ventimore : Yes, she is. She's a blue Gen. Mr. Fakrash is a green Gen. He produced her out of a puff of smoke.

• Tezra : What is that?

  Harold Ventimore : It's a girdle.

  Tezra : It is worn?

  Harold Ventimore : Yes!

  Tezra : But how?

  Harold Ventimore : Well, you just step into it.

  Tezra : It's too small.

  Harold Ventimore : No! It stretches. See. You just put your feet through it.

  [tries it on] 

  Harold Ventimore : Wiggle up in it, as best as you can.

• Fakrash : Greatly has the world changed, Tezra. But, I have assured thy happiness. I have chosen for thee to wed a mortal. But, the best of mortals! A prince among princes! A man of such magnificence his brilliance makes the sun turn pale, in comparison. He stands tall and straight like the Cedars of Lebanon! And has the heart of a lion. When he walks, the ground trembles and the mighty oak turns green with envy. Behold, Tezra.

  Tezra : Ask of me what thou wilt do, Master.

  Harold Ventimore : I don't wilt anything. Please get up, Miss.

  Fakrash : Look at her, my boy! The eyes! The lips! The skin! And the figure. The figure, Harold! Turn around, Tezra. Slowly. Slowly. Well, what to do you say, my boy?

• Tezra : [Harold presents a new dress]  This is wondrously beautiful! I shall enjoy being a woman in thy century, Master.

  Harold Ventimore : I am *not* thy Master. My name is Harold.