The Postman Always Rings Twice1946

Cora:
My husband tells me your name is Frank.

Frank:
That's right.

Cora:
Well Frank, around here, you'll kindly do your reading on your own time.

Frank:
Your husband, Nick told me I was through for the day and I thought he was boss around here.

Cora:
The best way to get my husband to fire you would be not doing what I tell you to do.

Frank:
Well, you haven't asked me to do anything - yet.

Cora:
I want all these chairs painted.

Frank:
All right. I'll look in the paper. Maybe I can find a sale on some cheap paint.

Cora:
You won't find anything cheap around here! Look in the cupboard under the counter.

Frank:
[He looks and finds a can of paint] As my friend Nick would say, 'That's wonderful.' Next time anybody makes a trip into town, they can pick up a paintbrush.

Cora:
Look on the bottom shelf.

Frank:
Well, what do you know about that. Why didn't you start this campaign of rehabilitation before I came? Or were you waiting for me?

Cora:
Nick was saving that paint.

Frank:
Nick saves a lot of things.

Cora:
It's none of your business what he saves.

Frank:
I didn't say it was. Only when I have something, I don't save it. What do you want to paint these chairs for. They look all right to me.

Cora:
Because I want to make something of this place. I want to make it into an honest-to-goodness...

Frank:
Well, aren't we ambitious? We want to make a lot of money so we can buy lots of pretty clothes. Or maybe we want to put a little aside for our husband and us in our old age?

[He grabs her and kisses her. She pulls away and reapplies her lipstick before leaving - without a word.]

Frank:
[voiceover] For a couple of weeks then, she wouldn't look at me, or say a word to me if she could help it. I began to feel like a cheap nobody making a play for a girl that had no use for me. While I disturbed her, and I knew she hated me for that worst of all.