A Face in the Crowd1957

Lonesome Rhodes:
I was afraid to marry you, and that's the truth. The dirt-root, cotton-pickin' truth.

Marcia Jeffries:
Last time, you said you were afraid not to.

Lonesome Rhodes:
Both were true. You sort of overawe me. You know more than I do. I can feel you being so gol-darned critical all the time. You and that smart-alecky Mel. And you don't really approve of me. That's so, ain't it?

Marcia Jeffries:
You're gettin' to be all the things you used to harpoon.

Lonesome Rhodes:
See what I mean? The bigger I get, the smaller you make me feel. You take Betty Lou...

Marcia Jeffries:
Larry, don't try to explain. Betty Lou is your public, all wrapped up with yellow ribbons into one cute little package. She's the logical culmination of the great 20th-century love affair between Lonesome Rhodes and his mass audience.

Lonesome Rhodes:
Well, I wish you wasn't so bitter.

Marcia Jeffries:
I'm not bitter. If I sound stridently female about Miss Drum Majorette, I don't mean to be. I knew you married her just as a way of not marryin' me.

Lonesome Rhodes:
Look, Marcia, I'm not forgettin' what I owe ya. I'm gonna give ya a healthy slice of our whole operation. Say, ten percent of my end. And you won't have to lift your finger with what I'm givin' you.

Marcia Jeffries:
Givin' me? Givin' me? You're not givin' me anything. And you're not throwin' me off the train like poor Abe Steiner, either. A Face in the Crowd was my idea. The whole idea of Lonesome Rhodes belongs to me. I always should've been an equal partner. Well, now I'm gonna be an equal partner. I'm gonna get somethin' I deserve....AND I WANT IT ON PAPER!

Lonesome Rhodes:
Okay. All right. I'll tell Joey to draw up the papers. Look at yourself in the mirror, Marcia. You'll see a millionaire.