How little you know of human nature. If we’d had a chance to be our true selves we would have been appreciated.
Grant
By whom, pray? A few professional soul lovers. And they’d get into the theater on passes. No. You are caviar; most of the world lives on mush. So I mixed you in mush, sentimental glue, anything you want to call it.
Tom
You disgust me.
Marie
But I see hope for you. At heart you despise the crowd, as I did its smug conventions.
Grant
(Bitterly)
I hate what it has made me suffer.