A Summer Place1959

Bart Hunter:
[Intoxicated] This'll be painful for you, but you might as well face the truth... the RAW truth. Take... take a good look at your parents, hmm? We've got no more secrets to hide. All the cats are out of the bag: all the scrawling, mangy, obscene, horrible cats of your inheritance. You're the son of a drunkard... and a harlot.

Johnny Hunter:
You're wrong about mother, dad.

Bart Hunter:
Gone to her side, have ya'?

Johnny Hunter:
I'm not taking sides. I just want to marry Molly.

Bart Hunter:
[pauses, then smirks] Oh, Johnny, stop being a silly sentimentalist. It's stupid! Molly is merely a succulent little wench!

Johnny Hunter:
She's not a wench! She's everything I've ever dreamed of in a girl.

Bart Hunter:
Oh, don't make me laugh! They're all alike in the dark!

Johnny Hunter:
[Taken aback] You can't make her cheap! You can't do it! In spite of your damned supercilious, intelligent mind. And with or without your consent, we're getting married!