Tennessee Williams
Cat On A Hot Tin Roof
MARGARET: Thank you, thank you so much! BRICK: Don't mention it.
MARGARET: Oh, Brick! How long does it have t' go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term, can't I apply for a--pardon?
BRICK: Maggie, you're spoiling my liquor. Lately your voice always sounds like you'd been running upstairs to warn somebody that the house was on fire!
MARGARET: Well, no wonder, no wonder. Y'know what I feel like, Brick?
I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof!
BRICK: Then jump off the roof, jump off it, cats can jump off roofs and land on their four feet uninjured!
MARGARET: Oh, yes!
BRICK: Do it!--fo' God's sake, do it... MARGARET: Do what?
BRICK: Take a lover!
MARGARET: I can't see a man but you! Even with my eyes closed, I just see you! Why don't you get ugly, Brick, why don't you please get fat or ugly or something so I could stand it?
The concert is still going on! Bravo, no-necks, bravo!
[She slams and locks the door.]
BRICK: What did you lock the door for? MARGARET: To give us a little privacy for a while. BRICK: You know better, Maggie.
MARGARET: No, I don't know better....