The Night of the Iguana
1964
T. Lawrence Shannon: Miss Fellowes is a highly moral person. If she ever recognized the truth about herself it would destroy her.
T. Lawrence Shannon: Nothing could be worse for a girl in your unstable condition, to be mixed up with a man in, in my unstable condition because two people in unstable conditons are like two countries facing each other in unstable conditons. The, eh, destructive potential, eh, could blow the whole world to bits!
Hannah Jelkes: Nothing human disgusts me, Mr Shannon, unless it's unkind, violent.
Hannah Jelkes: There are worse things than chastity, Mr Shannon. Lawrence Shannon: Yes: lunacy and death.
T. Lawrence Shannon: The Fantastic Level and the Realistic Level are the two levels upon which we live.
T. Lawrence Shannon: I thought you were sexless. But you've just become a woman. And do you know how I know that? Because *you* like *me* tied up! All women, whether they wish to admit it or not, would like to get men into a tied-up situation.
T. Lawrence Shannon: I'm panicking! Hannah Jelkes: I know that. T. Lawrence Shannon: A man can die of panic! Hannah Jelkes: Not when he enjoys it as much as you do, Dr Shannon.
Hannah Jelkes: Who wouldn't like to atone for the sins of themselves, and the world, if it could be done in a hammock with ropes, instead of on a Cross, with nails? On a green hilltop, instead of Golgotha, the Place of the Skulls? Isn't that a comparatively comfortable, almost voluptuous Crucifixion to suffer for the sins of the world, Mr Shannon?
Judith Fellowes: (t Charlotte Goodall) Dreadful girl. You defied me. You *deliberately* defied me. (slaps Charlotte across the face; Charlotte exits) T. Lawrence Shannon: What did you think we were doing out there, Miss Fellowes? Spawning? Judith Fellowes: Oh, you beast. You beast! (sobbing) You beast!