cat on a hot tin roof

maggie: why are you looking at me like that?

brick: like what, maggie?

maggie: like you were just lookin'.

brick: I wasn't conscious of lookin' at you, maggie.

maggie: (seductively) I was conscious of it. (he coldly turns from her and rises on his crutches) if you were thinkin' the same thing I was...

brick: no, maggie.

maggie: why not?!

brick: will you please keep your voice down.

maggie: no! I know you better than you think. I've seen that look before. and I know what it used to mean. and it still means the same thing now.

brick: you're not the same woman now, maggie.

maggie: oh, don't you think I know that? don't you think I know that...

brick: (cooly detached) know what, maggie?

maggie: that I've gone through this horrible transformation, that I've become hard and frantic and cruel...oh brick, I get so lonely.

brick: everybody gets that.

maggie: living with somebody you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone - if the one you love doesn't love you.

brick: ...would you like to live alone, maggie?

maggie: no! no, I wouldn't.