Wuthering Heights1939

Ellen:
She calls him, and he follows her out to the moor.

Lockwood:
Oh, he's mad. He's like a madman. He seized me by the collar and dragged me out. You see, I had a dream. I thought I heard a voice calling. I reached out to close the shutter and something touched me, something cold and clinging like an icy hand. And then I saw her, a woman, but then my senses must have become disordered, because the falling snow shaped itself into what looked like a phantom...

Ellen:
It was Cathy.

Lockwood:
Who is Cathy?

Ellen:
A girl who died.

Lockwood:
[startled] Oh no, I don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe in phantoms sobbing through the night.

Ellen:
Poor Cathy.

Lockwood:
I don't believe that life comes back, once it's died, and calls again to the living. No, I don't.

Ellen:
Maybe if I told you a story, you'd change your mind about the dead coming back. Maybe you'd know, as I do, that there is a force that brings them back, if their hearts were wild enough in life.