Written on the Wind1956

Marylee:
I could tell the police that I saw you kill my dear brother.

Mitch:
You could.

Marylee:
On the other hand, a wife wouldn't and couldn't testify against her own husband.

Mitch:
You know, for a beautiful girl, you can look real ugly sometimes. Ask yourself this: Would I ever be enough for you?

Marylee:
I could talk you right into the state penitentiary.

Mitch:
You're sick, Marylee. Your sickness won't be cured by marrying me. Before it's too late, you'd better face up to yourself. Look how far we've come from the river.