Eliza, you are to stay here for the next six months learning to speak beautifully, like a...

Professor Henry Higgins: Eliza, you are to stay here for the next six months learning to speak beautifully, like a lady in a florist's shop. If you work hard and do as you're told, you shall sleep in a proper bedroom, have lots to eat, and money to buy chocolates and go for rides in taxis. But if you are naughty and idle, you shall sleep in the back kitchen amongst the black beetles, and be wolloped by Mrs. Pearce with a broomstick. At the end of six months you will be taken to Buckingham Palace, in a carriage, beautifully dressed. If the king finds out you are not a lady, you will be taken to the Tower of London, where your head will be cut off as a warning to other presumptuous flower girls! But if you are not found out, you shall have a present... of, ah... seven and six to start life with as a lady in a shop. If you refuse this offer, you will be the most ungrateful, wicked girl, and the angels will weep for you.

Mm. Eliza, you are to stay here for the next six months learning how to speak beautifully, like a lady in a florist shop. If you're good and do whatever you're told, you shall sleep in a proper bedroom, have lots to eat and money to buy chocolates and take rides in taxis. But if you are naughty and idle, you shall sleep in the back kitchen amongst the black beetles and be walloped by Mrs. Pearce with a broomstick. At the end of six months, you shall be taken to Buckingham Palace in a carriage, beautifully dressed. If the king finds out that you're not a lady, the police will take you to the Tower of London where your head will be cut off as a warning to other presumptuous flower girls. But if you are not found out, you shall have a present of seven and six to start life with as a lady in a shop. If you refuse this offer, you will be the most ungrateful, wicked girl and the angels will weep for you. Now, are you satisfied, Pickering? I don't understand what you're talking about. Oh, could I put it more plainly or fairly, Mrs. Pearce? Come with me, Eliza. That's right, Mrs. Pearce. Bundle her off to the bathroom. You're a great bully, you are. I won't stay here if I don't like it. I won't let nobody wallop me. Don't answer back, girl. If I'd known what I was letting myself in for, I wouldn't have come here. I've always been a good girl, I am, and I won't be put upon. In six months-- In three if she has a good ear and a quick tongue. --I'll take her anywhere and I'll pass her off as anything. I'll make a queen of that barbarous wretch. I've never had a bath in my life. Not what you'd call a proper one. You know, you can't be a nice girl inside if you're dirty outside. I'll have to put you in here. This will be your bedroom. Oh, I couldn't sleep here, missus. It's too good for the likes of me. I should be afraid to touch anything. I ain't a duchess yet, you know? Oh, what's this? This where you wash clothes? This is where we wash ourselves, Eliza. And where I'm going to wash you. You expect me to get into that and wet myself all over? Not me. I shall catch my death. Come along now. Come along. Take your clothes off. Come on, girl, do as you're told. Take your clothes off. - Here, come on, help me take these. - Ow! No, I won't. - Come out of that. - No, I won't.