Reuben, Reuben

Gowan McGland:
Reuben. Reuben!

Gowan McGland:
Deprived of their support, her breasts dropped like hanged men.

Geneva Spofford:
You crazy bastard! You goddamn gorilla!

[last lines]

Gowan McGland:
Oh sh*t. Reuben!

Mare Spofford:
That fella poet is raping all the women in Woodsmoke?

Frank Spofford:
Yeah, you'll have to wait your turn, Mare.

Gowan McGland:
Yes, I read Harold Robbins but I don't inhale him.

Frank Spofford:
Reuben! Reuben! What the devil are you doing?

Gowan McGland:
Thanks for the drink, Frank.

Frank Spofford:
What for? You didn't finished it.

Geneva Spofford:
Are you alright?

Gowan McGland:
No, I'm not alright. I never was alright. I never will be alright.

Geneva Spofford:
I'm not talking of men of genius, I'm talking about you.

Gowan McGland:
Thank you.

Geneva Spofford:
By promiscuous pursuit you make women look promiscuous and that's unworthy of pursuit.

Geneva Spofford:
Oh, look at the way you twisting your napkin. Whose neck are you ringing?

Gowan McGland:
Yours.

Gowan McGland:
Would you marry me?

Geneva Spofford:
No, Gowan.

Gowan McGland:
Good girl.

Geneva Spofford:
Would you marry me?

Gowan McGland:
I love you too much to marry you.

Gowan McGland:
There are no trashy writers, only trashy readers.

Reverend Clayton:
The body of Christ, the bread of men.

Gowan McGland:
Oh no. No, thanks. I'm on a diet.

Gowan McGland:
[to Geneva] You elude me You let me kiss you No resistance But no response You're a puzzle But I can feel the warm current running under the ice Seeking out the wretch in a man And I am wretched

Gowan McGland:
You have reduced me to most contemptible of creatures The lovesick swain.

Gowan McGland:
So beautiful, so cool, so unattainable.

Gowan McGland:
You'll never hear me mumbling inanities like 'I will get the holy grail for her'.

Gowan McGland:
High spirits, unlike low, unfortunately are not infectious.

Frank Spofford:
Poet fella, I hear.

Gowan McGland:
That's what people tell me. I make no such claim.

Gowan McGland:
There's nothing I cherish more than the truth. I don't practice it, but I cherish it.

Reverend Clayton:
Even though your stay here is limited, we want you to feel a member of our congregation.

Gowan McGland:
Certainly, who is she?

Alvin:
Mr. McGland, I'm honored.

Gowan McGland:
Aw, I'm depressed. You're damn good-looking.