Cat on a Hot Tin Roof1958

Brick:
Big Daddy! Now what makes him so big? His big heart? His big belly? Or his big money?

Maggie:
The heat has made you cross.

Brick:
Give me my crutch.

Maggie:
Why don't you put on your nice silk pajamas, honey, and come on down to the party? There's a lovely cool breeze.

Brick:
Give me my crutch, Maggie.

Maggie:
Lean on me, baby. [He turns and stiffly ignores her] You've got a nice smell about you. Is your bath water cool?

Brick:
No.

Maggie:
I know somethin' that would make you feel cool and fresh. Alcohol rub. Cologne.

Brick:
No thanks. We'd smell alike. Like a couple of cats in the heat.

Maggie:
It's cool on the lawn.

Brick:
I'm not goin' down there, Maggie, not for you and not for Big Daddy.

Maggie:
At least you can give him his present that I remembered to buy for you for his birthday. Do you think you could write a few words on this card?

Brick:
You write somethin' Maggie.

Maggie:
It's got to be your handwritin'. It's your present. It's got to be your handwritin'.

Brick:
I didn't get him a present.

Maggie:
Well, what's the difference?!

Brick:
Then if there's no difference, you write the card.

Maggie:
And have him know you didn't remember his birthday?

Brick:
I didn't remember.

Maggie:
Well, you don't have to prove it to him. Just-just write 'Love, Brick' for heaven's sakes.

Brick:
NO!

Maggie:
You've got to.

Brick:
I don't have to do anything I don't want to! Now you keep forgettin' the conditions on which I agreed to stay on livin' with you.

Maggie:
I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage, that's all. You know, that's the first time you've raised your voice in a long time. Crack in the stone wall? I think that's a fine sign. Mighty fine.