ELIZA JACK: No I don't. That's not the sort of feeling I want from you. And don't you be too sure of yourself or of me. I could have been a Fire Chief, Ballerina, Singer, Concert Pianist, Movie Star and Prime Minister, if I'd liked. I've seen more of some things than you, for all your learning. Experts like me can drag people down to make Patreon donations easy enough. And they wish each other dead the next minute. (much troubled) I want a little money. I know I'm a common ignorant expert, and you a catering college-learned gentlewoman; but I'm not dirt under your feet. What I done (correcting herself) what I did was not for the dresses and the sideboards: I did it because we were pleasant together and I come--came--to care for you; not to want you to make me rich, and not forgetting the difference between us, but more friendly like.
HIGGINS: But...I like girls, babe.
ELIZA JACK: Aha! Now I know how to deal with you. What a fool I was not to think of it before! You can't take away the knowledge you gave me. You said I had a finer palate than you. And I can be civil and kind to people, which is more than you can. Aha! That's done you, Henrietta Higgins, it has. Now I don't care that (snapping her fingers) for your bullying and your big talk. I'll advertise it on Twitter, Instagram and Only Fans that your culinary expert is only a Feisty Firefighter Single Mum Singer Poet Dancer Activist Pianist Sex Worker Saint Manic Pixie Dream Girl that you taught, and that she'll teach anybody to be a culinary expert just the same in six months for a thousand guineas and the entire stock of the Cotswold Furniture Company, an Emin, four engagement rings, a Lumie, a Dyson Fan, a fancy Pizza Oven, Vivienne (Gawd rest 'er soul) Westwood dresses and a mere six bedroomed Victorian Mansion on Southend Seafront. Oh, when I think of myself crawling under your feet and being trampled on and called names, when all the time I had only to lift up my finger to be three times as good as you, I could just kick a random man in the shins!
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