Richard Burton credited as playing...
George
- [Martha has changed into an embarrassingly tight and revealing outfit]
- George: Why Martha! Your Sunday chapel dress!
- [George takes a corner far too fast, tossing everyone in the car from side to side. Pause]
- Martha: Aren't you going to apologize?
- George: Not my fault, the road should've been straight.
- Martha: No, aren't you going to apologize for making Honey throw up?
- George: I didn't make her throw up.
- Martha: What, you think it was sexy back there? You think he made his own wife sick?
- George: Well, you make me sick.
- Martha: That's different.
- Martha: I looked at you tonight and you weren't there... And I'm gonna howl it out, and I'm not gonna give a damn what I do and I'm gonna make the biggest god-damn explosion you've ever heard.
- George: Try and I'll beat you at your own game.
- 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.
- 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.
- Martha: Jesus.
- George: Now, I think we've been having a real good evening, all things considered. We sat around, we've got to know each other, and we've had fun and games. Curl Up on the Floor, for example. The tiles. Snap the Dragon.
- Honey: Peel the Label!
- George: Peel... Peel the What?
- Martha: Label. Peel the Label.
- Martha: [holds up a wine bottle] I peel labels.
- George: [with double meaning] We *all* peel labels, sweetie.
- George: You take the trouble to construct a civilization, to build a society based on the principles of... of principle. You make government and art and realize that they are, must be, both the same. You bring things to the saddest of all points, to the point where there is something to lose. Then, all at once, through all the music, through all the sensible sounds of men building, attempting, comes the Dies Irae. And what is it? What does the trumpet sound? Up yours.
- George: And please keep your clothes on, too. There aren't many more sickening sights in this world than you with a few drinks in you and your skirt up over your head. Or "your heads", I should say.
- 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.
- George: You're a spoiled, self-indulgent, willful, dirty-minded, liquor-ridden...
- Martha: SNAP! It went SNAP! I'm not gonna try to get through to you any more. There was a second back there, yeah, there was a second, just a second when I could have gotten through to you, when maybe we could have cut through all this, this CRAP. But it's past, and I'm not gonna try.
