We found My Fair Lady on Netflix last week, as if we’d stumbled
upon a diamond. I love Doolittle’s monologue: “I'm one of the undeserving poor,
that's what I am. Now think what that means to a man. It means that he's up
against middle-class morality for all of time. If there's anything going, and I
puts in for a bit of it, it's always the same story: "You're undeserving,
so you can't have it." But my needs is as great as the most deserving
widows that ever got money out of six different charities in one week for the
death of the same 'usband. I don't need less than a deserving man, I need more!
I don't eat less 'earty than 'e does, and I drink, oh, a lot more. I'm playin'
straight with you. I ain't pretendin' to be deserving. No, I'm undeserving. And
I mean to go on being undeserving. I like it and that's the truth.”
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