Dudley Nichols

Perhaps if I psychoanalyze you, you won't wanna marry Amanda.

Say, Steve, when I went to Switzerland you never drank like this. How long have you been tight?

And all because this Amanda What's-Her-Name broke her engagement to you?

Remember when we were in college how stage-struck I was? I wanted to be a dancer. Psychoanalysis showed me I was wrong. It's the one way we have of finding out what we really want and why we want it.

Well, you do know that you have two minds: The conscious and the subconscious.

The conscious mind is the ego. That's the thing that says, "I am I, and you are you."

There's a Miss Cooper waiting for me. She's another one of those dizzy, silly, maladjusted females who can't make up her mind. I'll probably find out she hasn't got one.

Till I met you, I never knew a setting sun, Could paint such beautiful skies, I never knew, There were such lovely colors, And the big surprise, Is the red in your cheeks, The gold in your hair, The blue in your eyes.

Dr. Jones, I am turning this case over to you for further treatment. My observations are as follows: She's a typical pampered female. What she needs, instead of a doctor, is a good spanking.

Queer what a difference, When your vision is clear, And you see things as they really are...

We're never really afraid of anything we understand.

I wish you'd please understand that I'm only trying to help you find yourself.

Must you dance, Quite so close, With your lips touching his face? Can't you see, I'm longing to be in his place, Won't you change partners, And dance with me?

Dreams are very curious things, Amanda. Very often, the dream fantasy makes things seem true to the dreamer when in reality, they have no basis in fact.

Look I am ugly. Yet one can have a feeling here

that blinds a man while he loves you. He thinks you are beautiful. And one day for no reason at all he sees you ugly as you really are. And he is not blind anymore. Then you see yourself as ugly as he sees you - and you lose your man and your feeling. Then one day the feeling, that idiotic feeling that you are beautiful, grows inside you again and another man sees you and thinks you are beautiful and it's all to do over again. Now I'm past it. But it still might come again.

What are you saying now? You lazy, unspeakable son of an unmentionable gypsy. Answer me, gypsy!

Don't try to frighten us, coward!

Safety! Huh! There is no such thing as safety! Did I spend nine years with the worst paid matadors in the world not to learn about fear and about safety? Huh! Speak to me of anything but safety! Look at him. How I believed in him once, and look what he's now. From one year of war you've become lazy, a drunkard, and a coward.

Ugly. All of its ugly.

Here *I* command. Haven't you heard them? Here no one commands but me now.

Try it and see what happens. Listen to me, drunkard! You understand now who commands?

No! Listen! Take the wax from your ears. Listen well. I command.

This one is a gift to any man - if she could cook a little better.

Life is very curious. I would have made a good man. But, I'm all woman - and all ugly. Yet, many men have loved me. Is that strange?

What about me? Do I have to kiss you, too, to get a horse? It's been years since I kissed a bullfighter. Hold this, Ingles, till I get a good kiss at him. Hah! Look at him! He's afraid of a kiss as he was afraid of the bulls.

When I kiss, it won't be as a sister!

Even here one man can make a bureaucracy with his mouth!

What ever you will, I'm for it now.

Act like men! Don't you think you'll die soon enough?

Silence! What use is courage if you have no head?

Nobody understands you. Neither God nor your mother. Nor I. Nor you, either.

I suppose when a man has something once, always something remains.