My brother always drank too much. He was sad...the saddest of us all. He needed so much... and had so little.
A drink... for your thoughts.
Glory be. Maybe you finally see the light in my eyes.
It's like I was deep in a mountain pass, snowcaps hanging over my head. If I make a sound, snow might all come tumbling down. Bury me... alive.
You know, for a beautiful girl, you can look real ugly sometimes. Ask yourself this: Would I ever be enough for you? I can talk you right into the state penitentiary. You're sick, Marylee. Your sickness won't be cured by marrying me. Before it's too late, you'd better face up to yourself.
- Do you love me?
- Love you? I don't even love myself.
- Let me have the gun, Dan. I'll kill him.
- A whiskey bottle's about all you'd ever kill.
- Oh, I'll probably walk down an aisle and wind up in a suburb...with a husband, mortgage and children. - That's not for you.
- Why not? -Got too much beauty and brains to fall into a trap like that.
- Just what sort of trap do you suggest?
