The Postman Always Rings Twice1946

Cora:
Frank, look. If I divorce Nick, he'll never give me a nickel. He'll keep the Twin Oaks and everything.

Frank:
So? What do we care?

Cora:
Yeah, but where are we headed?

Frank:
What's the difference? Anywhere.

Cora:
Oh anywhere, anywhere. Do you know where that is?

Frank:
Anywhere we choose.

Cora:
No, it isn't. It's back to hash-house for me, and for you, some parking lot where you wear a smock with 'Super Service' on it. I would just die if I saw you in a smock like that.

Frank:
Well, I wore one at the Twin Oaks.

Cora:
But that was mine. Oh, don't you see, Frank? You're smart. Others could be wearing the smocks and you could be manager.

Frank:
Yeah. I can hardly wait.

Cora:
Oh stop acting. You're ashamed of being smart. Well, I'm ashamed of standing out here begging for a ride that'll take me right back where I started.

Frank:
You mean you want to go back, huh?

Cora:
I want to be somebody. And if I walk out like this, I'll lose everything and I'll never be anybody. Oh, I love you Frank, and I want you, but not this way. Not starting out like a couple of tramps. I'm going back.