The Big Doll House

Grear:
You son of a b*tch! This is for Bodine. You're rotten, Harry. You know why? 'Cos you're a man. All men are filthy. All they ever want to do is to get at you. For a long time I let them get at me. That's why I'm in this dump. But no more. You hear me? I'm not going to let a man's filthy hands touch me again.

Alcott:
Hello, Fred.

Fred:
Hi!

Alcott:
You were looking at me through the window. Weren't you?

Fred:
No, eh, yeah... I...

Alcott:
Did you like what you saw?

Fred:
Yeah, but I mean...

Alcott:
Then why don't you take it? [she brandishes a knife] Come on, lover boy, get to work. [he tries to kiss her] No time for that stuff.

Fred:
Ok. [he starts to take off his shirt]

Alcott:
Not the shirt, stupid. Get it up or I'll cut it off!