Tennessee Williams — Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

MARGARET: Thank you, thank you so much! BRICK: Don't mention it. MARGARET: Oh, Brick! How long does it have t' go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term, can't I apply for a--pardon? BRICK: Maggie, you're spoiling my liquor. Lately your voice always sounds like you'd been running upstairs to warn somebody that the house was on fire! MARGARET: Well, no wonder, no wonder. Y'know what I feel like, Brick? I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof! BRICK: Then jump off the roof, jump off it, cats can jump off roofs and land on their four feet uninjured! MARGARET: Oh, yes! BRICK: Do it!--fo' God's sake, do it... MARGARET: Do what? BRICK: Take a lover! MARGARET: I can't see a man but you! Even with my eyes closed, I just see you! Why don't you get ugly, Brick, why don't you please get fat or ugly or something so I could stand it? The concert is still going on! Bravo, no-necks, bravo! [She slams and locks the door.] BRICK: What did you lock the door for? MARGARET: To give us a little privacy for a while. BRICK: You know better, Maggie. MARGARET: No, I don't know better....