Tom
It may have been comedy to you but it was no relief to me.
Marie
(Emotionally)
My temper was my defense and my attack. It aroused fear and respect. Through it I got what I wanted out of life. It was mine! Mine! And you took it away from me! Oh!
(She rushes angrily towards the milk bottle and lifts it above her as though to smash it; but Grant stops her.)
Tom
(As he lights another cigarette)
There you see. Every time she thinks of what a temper she has she loses it.
Grant