Linda: [dressed in a nurse's outfit] These are expensive treatments, you know.
Mr. Maltz: Don't worry! Money is no object. Look, I got Blue Cross!
Helen: Mind if I smoke, while you're eating?
Man: No, not at all.
"All the great words, it seemed to Connie were cancelled, for her generation: love, joy, happiness, home, mother, father, husband, all these great, dynamic words were half dead now and dying from day to day. Home was a place you lived in, love was a thing you didn't fool yourself about joy was a word you applied to a good Charleston, happiness was a term of hypocrisy used to bluff other people, a father was an individual who enjoyed his own existence, a husband was a man you lived with and kept joking in spirits. As for sex, the last of the real words, it was just a cocktail term for an excitement that bucked you up for a while, then left you more raggy that ever. Frayed! It was as if the very material you were, made of was cheap stuff, and was fraying to nothing."
- D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover.
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