Catherine ‘Keechie’ Mobley: Bowie?
Arthur ‘Bowie’ Bowers: Yeah?
Catherine ‘Keechie’ Mobley: Don’t shut yourself up cold like this. I don’t know what to do.
Arthur ‘Bowie’ Bowers: No?
Catherine ‘Keechie’ Mobley: No, I don’t.
Arthur ‘Bowie’ Bowers: You know just what you’re doing now. Just tell me when I’m doing the wrong thing; I’ll snap out of it.
Catherine ‘Keechie’ Mobley: Alright, Bowie.
Jonathan Shields: Stop looking like that. Remember, I didn’t ask you here. You couldn’t stay where you belong, could you? You couldn’t enjoy what I made possible for you. No. You’d rather have this. Well, congratulations, you’ve got it all laid out for you so you can wallow in pity for yourself. The betrayed woman. The wounded doe with all the drivel that goes with it going through your mind right now. Oh, he doesn’t love me at all. He was lying. All those lovely moments, those tender words. He’s lying. He’s cheap and cruel. That low-woman Lila. Well, maybe I like Lilas. Maybe I like to be cheap once in a while. Maybe everybody does, or don’t you remember? Get that look off your face! Who gave you the right to dig into me and turn me inside out and decide what I’m like. How do you know how I feel about you, how deep it goes? Maybe I don’t want anybody to own me. You or anybody. Get out! Get out! Get out!