so young woman, since it's beyond obvious we're closed for the evening. i must assume you want something. what can i do for you?
so i gather your not a nurse?
but your a bright little thing, that's clever disguise. where is your family?
so your a war orphan?
is this a sad story?
sad stories bore me. these days everyone in paris has one. i haven't bore you with mine, don't bore me with yours.
what machines? using her hands to pantomime the rotating film reels on a projector, she says;
the projectors? yes, i own a cinema, of course i can operate them.
expertly working the projectors.
i know at least six people who've been put up against a wall, and machine gunned for sheltering enemies of the state. i have no intention of being unlucky number seven. how long have you been in paris?
how have you survived the curfew without capture?
again, i'm forced to admit, clever girl. how is it?
fair enough.
so you can't operate a 35mm film projector, you want me teach you, in order to work here, in order to use my cinema, as a hole to hide in, is that correct?
whats your name?
i'm madame mimieux. you may call me madame. this is a cinema. not a home for wayward war orphans. having said that, what you say is true. if you were truly exceptional, i could find use for you. so shosanna, are you truly exceptional?
i will be the judge of that.
if i ever see you light up a cigarette in my cinema again, i'll turn you into the nazi's, do you understand? shosanna is shocked by this statement.
and for bringing a open flame in my cinema, you deserve far worse then a nazi jewish boxcar. with your thick head, what do you think the highest priority of a cinema manager is? keeping this fucking place from burning down to the ground, that's what! in my collection, i have over 350, 35mm, nitrate film prints, which are not only immensely flammable, but highly unstable. and should they catch fire, they burn three times faster then paper. if that happens.  .poof. all gone, cinema no more, every body burned alive. if i ever see you with a open flame in my cinema again, i won't turn you into the nazi's i'll kill you myself. and the fucking germans will give me a curfew pass. do you understand me?
do you believe me?
you damn well better.