The Quiet Man1952

Mary Kate:
Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of having my own things about me. My spinnet over there, and a table here, and my own chairs to rest upon. And a dresser over there in that corner, and my own china and pewter shinin' about me. And now...

Sean:
I didn't know you felt that way about it. Seems like a lot of fuss and grief over a little furniture and stuff. [They go outside]

Mary Kate:
It is a pretty cottage, isn't it?

Sean:
Yeah, I think so. [He moves to embrace her]

Mary Kate:
[She pulls away] Don't touch me! You have no right!

Sean:
Whaddya mean, no right?

Mary Kate:
I'll wear your ring, I'll cook, and I'll wash, and I'll keep the land. But that is all. Until I've got my dowry safe about me, I'm no married woman. I'm the servant I've always been, without anything of my own!

Sean:
That's ridiculous. You're my wife and...[She shuts the bottom half of the cottage's front door on him] What is this?

Mary Kate:
Haven't I been tryin' to tell ya? - ...that until you have my dowry, you haven't got any bit of me - me, myself. I'll still be dreamin' amongst the things that are my own as if I had never met you. There's three hundred years of happy dreamin' in those things of mine and I want them. I want my dream. I'll have it and I know it. I'll say no other word to you.

Sean:
All right. You'll have your dowry or dot or fortune or whatever you call it.

Mary Kate:
Well, get it then.

She bolts the bedroom door behind her. He kicks the door open]

Sean:
There'll be no locks or bolts between us Mary Kate except those in your own mercenary little heart.