Quotes
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Napoléon : When such an old man marries such a young wife, he should learn to cover her with jewels. So should we forgive him, and see if something can be done about it?
Countess Marie Walewska : Sire, that's not what I want from your Majesty. My country no longer exists. Prussia, Austria, and Russia have dismembered it. Return Poland to me.
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Countess Marie Walewska : [kisses Napoleon's hand] Welcome, sire. A thousand times welcome. All Polish soil awaited to rise up, and -
[is lost for words]
Napoléon : And what?
Countess Marie Walewska : I don't know anymore. I've prepared so many things to say, but now that I see you, I'm lost for words.
Napoléon : So am I, mademoiselle. So am I. Which means we will have to see each other again, once we have both found the words we need. Would you like that?
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Countess Marie Walewska : Gently, sire. Come to me as a man, not a conqueror.
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Countess Marie Walewska : All of Poland is throwing me into your arms, sire.
Napoléon : Don't be afraid, madame. You're not yet in my arms.
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Countess Marie Walewska : You're leaving?
Napoléon : I will come back.
Countess Marie Walewska : 'I will come back.' You must have said that so many times.
Napoléon : I've always come back.
Countess Marie Walewska : But not always to the same address.
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Napoléon : Would you feel more reassured if I married you?
Countess Marie Walewska : Don't be cruel. We both know that cannot be. You're already married, and so am I. The only thing you can marry here is...
Napoléon : Your cause. The Polish cause.
Countess Marie Walewska : It was not in my mind last night. Not for a moment. Last night you were my country.
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Napoléon : Give me a little time. If I see that the Poles are worthy of being a nation...
Countess Marie Walewska : Of course they are. Look at me. Judge them by me. I am one of them.
Napoléon : Impetuous, passionate, running toward me like a mad thing, at the risk of being crushed by the crowd, and then refusing to see me again. If Poland is anything like you, she must be a fantastic little country.
Countess Marie Walewska : What must we do to make you love this fantastic little country?
Napoléon : Let yourself be loved.
