The Best Years of Our Lives1946

Peggy:
I've made up my mind...I'm going to break that marriage up. I can't stand it seeing Fred tied to a woman he doesn't love and who doesn't love him. Oh it's horrible for him. It's humiliating and it's killing his spirit. Somebody's got to help him...He doesn't love her, he hates her. I know it. I know it.

Al:
Who are you, God? How did you get this power to interfere in other people's lives?

Milly:
Is Fred in love with you?

Peggy:
Yes.

Milly:
You've been seeing him.

Peggy:
Only once, today. Oh, it was all perfectly respectable. But when we were saying goodbye, he took me in his arms and kissed me and I knew.

Al:
And you think a kiss from a smooth operator like Fred - you think that means anything?

Peggy:
You don't know him. You don't know anything about what's inside him. And neither does she, his wife. That's probably what she thought when she married him. A smooth operator with money in his pockets. But now he isn't smooth any longer and she's lost interest in him.

Al:
Whereas you're possessed of all the wisdom of the ages. You can see into the secret recesses of his innermost soul.

Peggy:
I can see because I love him.

Al:
So you're gonna break this marriage up. Have you decided yet how you're gonna do it? Are you gonna do it with an axe?

Peggy:
It's none of your business how I'm gonna do it. You've forgotten what it's like to be in love.

Al:
You hear that, Milly? I'm so old and decrepit I've forgotten how it feels to want somebody desperately.

Milly:
Peggy didn't mean that, did you darling?

Peggy:
Oh, no. I don't know what I do mean. It's just that, everything has always been so perfect for you. You loved each other and you got married in a big church, and you had a honeymoon in the south of France. And you never had any trouble of any kind. So how can you possibly understand how it is with Fred and me?

Milly:
We never had any trouble. [To Al] How many times have I told you I hated you, and believed it in my heart. How many times have you said you were sick and tired of me, that we were all washed up? How many times have we had to fall in love all over again?