Miriam: Yes, I told Jewel. And I told your father too. Why wouldn’t I? After all, I wasn’t much more than a child then. And all I ever got in this house was people telling me how lucky I was and your father always favoring you and holding you up as an example! Why wouldn’t I tell him that his pure, darling little girl was having a dirty little affair with a married man?
Charlotte: You’re a vile, sorry little bitch!
Milly: Burt, please don’t come back anymore.
Milly: I mean it! Don’t come back.
Burt: Can’t you–
Milly: Find a girl your own age. There must be plenty of them. It’s a big city.
Burt: Oh, now, listen, Milly–
Milly: You’re just lonesome. That’s all. Alright, I’m lonesome, too. But we can’t have loneliness pushing us together because it wouldn’t keep us together. Just loneliness reaching out for loneliness. I’m used to being alone.
Burt: That isn’t it at all!
Milly: If you knew a girl your own age, you wouldn’t want me and that isn’t fair. So please, before things get any more complicated–
Burt: But, Milly, I–
Milly: Please, I mean it!