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Martha: I swear to GOD George, if you even existed, I'd divorce you.
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George: Martha, in my mind you're buried in cement right up to the neck. No, up to the nose, it's much quieter.
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Martha: I disgust me.
You know, there's only been one man in my whole life who's ever made me happy. Do you know that?
Martha: I swear to GOD George, if you even existed, I'd divorce you.
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George: Martha, in my mind you're buried in cement right up to the neck. No, up to the nose, it's much quieter.
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Martha: I disgust me.
You know, there's only been one man in my whole life who's ever made me happy. Do you know that?
[pause] George, my husband... George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile,
who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them.
Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy…
…Yes, I do wish to be happy…
"George and Martha": Sad, sad, sad.
…Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest;
for having seen me and having said: yes, this will do.
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George: I'm very impressed.
Martha: You're damn right.
George: I said I was impressed. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?
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George: Well, you make me throw up.
Martha: That's different.
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Martha: [derogatorily, to George] Hey, swamp! Hey swampy!
George: Yes, Martha? Can I get you something?
Martha: Ah, well, sure. You can, um, light my cigarette, if you're of a mind to.
George: No. There are limits.
I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the old evolutionary ladder, which is up your line.
Now, I will hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see but I will not light your cigarette. And that, as they say, is that.
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Martha: I looked at you tonight and you weren't there...
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George: You're a monster - You are.
Martha: I'm loud and I'm vulgar, and I wear the pants in the house because somebody's got to, but I am not a monster. I'm not.
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Martha: Is that a threat George, huh?
George: It's a threat, Martha.
Martha: You're gonna get it, baby.
George: Be careful Martha. I'll rip you to pieces.
Martha: You're not man enough. You haven't the guts.
George: Total war.
Martha: Total.
who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them.
Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy…
…Yes, I do wish to be happy…
"George and Martha": Sad, sad, sad.
…Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest;
for having seen me and having said: yes, this will do.
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George: I'm very impressed.
Martha: You're damn right.
George: I said I was impressed. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?
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George: Well, you make me throw up.
Martha: That's different.
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Martha: [derogatorily, to George] Hey, swamp! Hey swampy!
George: Yes, Martha? Can I get you something?
Martha: Ah, well, sure. You can, um, light my cigarette, if you're of a mind to.
George: No. There are limits.
I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the old evolutionary ladder, which is up your line.
Now, I will hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see but I will not light your cigarette. And that, as they say, is that.
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Martha: I looked at you tonight and you weren't there...
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George: You're a monster - You are.
Martha: I'm loud and I'm vulgar, and I wear the pants in the house because somebody's got to, but I am not a monster. I'm not.
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Martha: Is that a threat George, huh?
George: It's a threat, Martha.
Martha: You're gonna get it, baby.
George: Be careful Martha. I'll rip you to pieces.
Martha: You're not man enough. You haven't the guts.
George: Total war.
Martha: Total.
Quotes from Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966)