The Twilight Zone1959

James A. Corry:
You mock me, you know that? When you look at me, when you talk to me, I'm being mocked.

Alicia:
I'm sorry.

[rubbing her hand]

Alicia:
You hurt me, Corry.

James A. Corry:
Hurt you? How can I hurt you?

[grabs her arm]

James A. Corry:
This isn't real flesh. There aren't any nerves under there, there aren't any muscles or tendons.

[throws her to the ground]

James A. Corry:
[pointing to his car] You're just like this heap. A hunk of metal with arms and legs, instead of wheels. But this heap doesn't mock me the way you do. It doesn't look at me with make believe eyes or talk to me with a make believe voice. Well, I'm sick of being mocked by the memory of women. And that's all you are. A reminder to me that I'm so lonely I'm about to lose my mind.

[Corry sees that Alicia is crying and dries a tear from her eye]

Alicia:
I can feel loneliness, too.