Written on the Wind1956

Marylee:
That was no lady. That was your wife.

Kyle:
Where are they going?

Marylee:
I don't know. Where would you take your best friend's wife?

Kyle:
You're a real sweet kid.

Marylee:
Now be nice to me, brother. One morning we'll wake up and we'll be all alone together.

Kyle:
Go on, sister. Tell me another pretty story.

Marylee:
Once upon a time, there was a poor little rich boy.

Kyle:
Kyle Hadley by name.

Marylee:
Who pickled his tiny brain with gin and bourbon.

Kyle:
Not so. Scotch.

Marylee:
Till he got so stinking blind he couldn't see what was going on right under his big red nose.

Kyle:
But his charming, righteous little sister did.

Marylee:
Yes, she saw the end of a marriage and the beginning of a love affair.

Kyle:
You're a filthy liar.

Marylee:
I'm filthy — period. But you don't have to take my word for anything. Just try keeping your head clear and your eyes open.

Kyle:
Why should you care? You've never cared about me.

Marylee:
Or your wife.

Kyle:
Why are you putting your two cents in?

Marylee:
Only because of Mitch. Because I've never had him, and your wife has. [Kyle slaps her]