The Birds1963

Lydia Brenner:
When do you think they'll come?

Mitch Brenner:
I don't know.

Lydia Brenner:
If they're bigger birds, Mitch, they'll get into the house.

Mitch Brenner:
Well, it's just a chance we'll have to take.

Lydia Brenner:
Maybe we ought to leave.

Mitch Brenner:
No, not now. Not while they're massing out there.

Lydia Brenner:
When?

Mitch Brenner:
We'll just see what happens.

Lydia Brenner:
Where will we go?

Mitch Brenner:
I don't know. We're safe here for the time being...

Lydia Brenner:
What happens when you run out of wood?

Mitch Brenner:
I don't know. We'll break up the furniture.

Lydia Brenner:
You don't know. You don't know. When will you know? When we're all dead? [Cathy bursts into tears] If only your father were here! [pause] I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mitch.