Cal: I took Aron there tonight because I was jealous. I’ve been jealous all my life. Jealous, I couldn’t even stand it. Tonight, I even tried to buy your love. But now I don’t want it anymore. I can’t use it anymore.
Abra: Don’t talk to your father like that.
Cal: I don’t want any kind of love anymore. It doesn’t pay off. No future in it.
Kay Scott: It’s about time you wore something besides that old black velvet.
Cary Scott: Is it?
Kay Scott: Of course. Personally, I’ve never subscribed to that old Egyptian custom. At least I think it was Egypt.
Cary Scott: What Egyptian custom?
Kay Scott: Of walling up the widow alive in the funeral chamber of her dead husband along with his other possessions. The theory being that she was a possession too. She was supposed to journey into death with him. The community saw to it that she did. Of course it doesn’t happen anymore.
Cary Scott: Doesn’t it? Well, perhaps not in Egypt.
Richard Sherman: Face it, no pretty girl wants me, she wants Gregory Peck.
The Girl: Is that so? How do you know what a pretty girl wants?
Richard Sherman: I don’t know, but I imagine–
The Girl: Your imagination! You think every girl’s a dope. You think a girl goes to a party and there’s some guy, a great big lunk, in a fancy striped vest strutting around like a tiger, giving you that I’m-so-handsome-you-can’t-resist-me look. And from this she’s supposed to fall flat on her face. Well, she doesn’t fall on her face. But there’s another guy in the room, over in the corner. Maybe he’s nervous and shy and perspiring a little. First, you look past him. But then you sense that he’s gentle and kind and worried. That he’ll be tender with you, nice and sweet. That’s what’s really exciting.