The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

Mick:
But, Mama... I wanna make something of myself, Mama. I got this feelin' inside me like I was destined for something.

Mrs. Kelly:
We all have that feelin' when we are young. It will pass!

Mr. Kelly:
Margaret, don't!

Mick:
Well, I know it won't be easy, but without a high school diploma, what chance have I got?

Mrs. Kelly:
The same chance I had. You'll meet some fella and get married. If you're lucky, you'll love him. You'll have kids. That's what life is, Mick. That's all it is!

Mrs. Kelly:
[Watching Mick's party guests leave] Well, there they go. Can't say as I blame them either. [She shakes her head] After all, you did throw them out.

Mick:
Well, I don't care. I don't care one little bit! Here I thought they were all so smart and grown up and everything, and they're not. They're not even as grown up as me!

Doctor Copeland:
[Hearing that his son-in-law's leg has been amputated] Must be something I can do.

Portia:
I'll tell you what you're gonna do. They're sendin' Willie home as soon as he can travel. He's gonna need a lot of care, so we're gonna move him here.

Doctor Copeland:
[Visibly distraught] Of course, yes.

Portia:
[Bitterly] I'll cook and do the cleanin' and such... but all the time you'll know I'm hating you. I got a feelin' I'm gonna be a very good hater... and if I ain't, I can learn.

Mick:
[Lying on the beach on a blanket] Kiss me, Harry. Kiss me the way married people kiss.

Harry:
Do you think we should?

Mick:
Please let me have just one thing the way I want it to be. [He kisses her]

Portia:
[Spoken to Willie in the barber shop in an attempt to embarrass her father] Father would do anything for you now... now when it's too late!

Willie:
Portia, that ain't no way to talk to the Doc. We got to live together now.

Portia:
[Sarcastically] Oh, yes, just a big happy family!

Doctor Copeland:
[to Portia, humiliated and wanting to leave] You drive Willie home.

Portia:
[Bitterly] Well, what's the matter, Father? Am I embarrassing you in front of your friend? Oh, you don't have to feel he's so much better than you - after all, you're pretty white yourself!

Doctor Copeland:
[to Singer with great irony] Strange how life works itself out! Here I am... a man who has hated all whites for as long as I can remember. Now, in the last year of my life, a secret, shared only by us, links me closer to you than anyone else. A superb joke... if you have a sense of humor. [singer reluctantly shakes his head 'no']

Mick:
[At the gravesite] Why did he do it? I keep asking myself that over and over.

Doctor Copeland:
Oh, I don't suppose any of us will ever know that. None of us ever knew him... not really. We all brought our troubles to him, never stopping to think he may have troubles of his own.