In your house she's just another woman. Like a bowl of rice is a bowl of rice no different...

Anna Leonowens: In your house she's just another woman. Like a bowl of rice is a bowl of rice no different from any other bowl of rice. King Mongkut of Siam: Now you understand about women! So, many English books talk about love et cetera, et cetera, et cetera! Ha! Anna Leonowens: You disapprove? King Mongkut of Siam: It is a silly complication of a general simplicity. A woman is designed for pleasing man that is all. A man is deigned to be pleased by many women Anna Leonowens: Then how do you explain, your majesty, that many men remain faithful to one wife? King Mongkut of Siam: They are sick. Anna Leonowens: Oh, but you do expect women to be faithful? King Mongkut of Siam: Naturally! Anna Leonowens: Well why naturally? King Mongkut of Siam: Because it is natural. It is like old Siamese saying. A girl is like a blossom, with honey for just one man. A man is like a honey bee and gather all he can. To fly from blossom to blossom a honey must be free. But blossom must not ever fly from bee to bee to bee. Anna Leonowens: [giggling] Oh, your majesty in England we have a far different attitude. We believe for a man to be truly happy he must love one woman and one woman only. King Mongkut of Siam: This idea was invented by woman. Anna Leonowens: Oh but it's a great idea your majesty and in England we're brought up with it. When your young and at your first dance. King Mongkut of Siam: Young girl? They dance also. Like I see you in arms of stranger tonight not a husband. Anna Leonowens: Why of course! King Mongkut of Siam: I would not permit it. Anna Leonowens: Ha when your young and at your first dance, and your sitting on a small guilt chair with your eyes lowered, terrified that you'll be a wall flower. Suddenly, you see two black shoes, a white waist coat, a face, it speaks.

In your house, she's just another woman. As a bowl of rice is just another bowl of rice, no different from any other. Now you understand about women. So many English books I read introduce strange idea... of love, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. You disapprove? But it is a silly complication of a pleasant simplicity. A woman is designed for pleasing man. That is all. A man is designed to be pleased by many women. How do you explain the fact, Your Majesty... that many men remain faithful to one wife? They are sick. But you do expect women to be faithful. - Naturally. - Well, why naturally? Because it is natural. It is like old Siamese rhyme: A girl must be like a blossom with honey for just one man. A man must live like honeybee and gather all he can. To fly from blossom to blossom, A honeybee must be free, But blossom must not ever fly from bee, to bee, to bee. Oh, Your Majesty, in my country we have a far different attitude. We believe that for a man to be truly happy... he must love one woman and one woman only. This idea was invented by woman. But it's a beautiful idea, Your Majesty. In England, we're brought up with it. And by the time a young girl goes to her first dance... Young girl? They dance also? Like tonight? In arms of man not her husband? Why, of course. I would not permit. Oh, but it's very exciting. When you're young... at your first dance... and you're sitting on a small gilt chair... with your eyes lowered... terrified that you'll be a Wallflower. And suddenly you see two black shoes... a white waistcoat... a face. It speaks. We've just been introduced, I do not know you well. But when the music started, something drew me to your side. So many men and girls Are in each other's arms, It made me think we might be similarly occupied. Shall we dance? On a bright cloud of music shall we fly? Shall we dance? Shall we then say "goodnight" and mean "goodbye?" Oh, perchance when the last little star has left the sky. Shall we still be together with our arms around each other, And shall you be my new romance? On the clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen, Shall we dance? Shall we dance? Shall we dance? Why do you stop? You dance pretty. Go on. Your Majesty, I didn't realize. After all, I'm not a dancing girl. In England, no woman dances alone while a man looks on. But she dances with stranger, holding hands? Yes, but not always a stranger. - Usually a very good friend. - Then we'll dance together. You show me. Teach, teach, teach. It's quite simple, the polka. You count, "One, two, three, and one, two, three... and one, two, three, and..." Shall we dance? One, two, three, and. On a bright cloud of music shall we fly? One, two, three, and. Shall we dance? One, two, three, and.