Wuthering Heights1939

Edgar:
I simply cannot understand how your brother can allow that beast of a gypsy to have the run of the house.

Cathy:
Don't talk about him.

Edgar:
Cathy, how can you, a gentle-woman, tolerate him under your roof? A roadside beggar giving himself airs of equality. How can you?

Cathy:
What do you know about Heathcliff?

Edgar:
All I need or want to know.

Cathy:
He was my friend long before you.

Edgar:
That blackguard!

Cathy:
Blackguard and all. He belongs under this roof and you speak well of him or get out.

Edgar:
Are you out of your senses?

Cathy:
Get out I said, or stop calling those I love names.

Edgar:
'Those you love?'

Cathy:
Yes! Yes!

Edgar:
Cathy, what possesses you? Do you realize the things you're saying?

Cathy:
I see that I hate you. I hate the look of your milk-white face, I hate the touch of your soft, foolish hands.

Edgar:
Some of that gypsy's evil soul has gone into you I think.

Cathy:
Yes, it's true!

Edgar:
So that beggar's dirt is on you?

Cathy:
Yes, yes! Now get out!