Margaret: I daresay it’s not so important if it’s right. It’s all-important if it’s wrong.
Gwen: How?
Margaret: If you can’t make love beautiful for your man, sooner or later, he’ll go to someone who can; or he’ll want to, which is as bad.
Frankie: Are you happy?
Margaret: I suppose not, really.
Frankie: What do you want?
Margaret: A man of my own, and children.
Frankie: Doesn’t that prove your way’s wrong?
Margaret: I’m not saying it’s right or wrong. Gwen asked me. I’ve told you.
Gwen: Thank you.