| Lyrics: | (HIGGINS begins playing a recording.)
ELIZA. (recorded voice, speaking)
Oh, we are
proud!
He ain't above giving lessons, not him.
I heard him say so.
Well I ain't come
here to ask for any compliment.
And if my money's not good enough,
I can go
elsewhere.
HIGGINS. (recorded voice, speaking)
Good enough for what?
ELIZA. (recorded
voice, still speaking)
Good enough for you.
Now ya know, don'tcha?
I'm come to have
lessons,
and pay for 'em, too,
make no mistake.
PICKERING. (recorded voice,
speaking)
What is it you want, my girl?
ELIZA. (recorded voice, still speaking)
I - I
want to be a lady in a flower shop,
instead of sellin' on the corner at Tottenham Court
Road.
But they won't take me
unless I can talk more genteel.
He said he could teach
me.
Well, here I am, ready to pay,
not askin' any favor,
and he treats me as if I was
dirt.
I know what lessons cost as well as you do,
and I'm ready to pay.
I won't give
more than a shillin'.
Take it or leave it!
HIGGINS. (recorded voice, still
speaking)
It's almost irresistable.
She's so deliciously low,
so horribly
dirty.
I'll take it!
I'll make a duchess of this
draggle-tailed guttersnipe.
ELIZA.
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