Cat on a Hot Tin Roof1958

Maggie:
Why can't you lose your good looks, Brick? Most drinkin' men lose theirs. Why can't you? I think you've even gotten better-lookin' since you went on the bottle. You were such a wonderful lover... You were so excitin' to be in love with. Mostly, I guess, 'cause you were... If I thought you'd never never make love to me again... why, I'd find me the longest, sharpest knife I could and I'd stick it straight into my heart. I'd do that. Oh, Brick, how long does this have to go on? This punishment? Haven't I served my term? Can't I apply for a pardon?

Brick:
Lately, that finishin' school voice of yours sounds like you was runnin' upstairs to tell somebody the house is on fire.

Maggie:
Is it any wonder? You know what I feel like? I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Brick:
Then jump off the roof, Maggie, jump off it. Now cats jump off roofs and they land uninjured. Do it. Jump.

Maggie:
Jump where? Into what?

Brick:
Take a lover.

Maggie:
I don't deserve that! I can't see any man but you. With my eyes closed, I just see you. Why can't you get ugly, Brick? Why can't you please get fat or ugly or somethin' so I can stand it?

Brick:
You'll make out fine. Your kind always does.

Maggie:
Oh, I'm more determined than you think. I'll win all right.

Brick:
Win what? What is, uh, the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?

Maggie:
Just stayin' on it, I guess. As long as she can.