Parade's End2012

Mrs. Satterthwaite:
There are times when a woman hates a man, even a very good man as my husband was. I have walked behind a man's back and nearly screamed with the desire to sink my nails into the veins of his neck. And Sylvia's got it worse than I.

Sylvia Tietjens:
I am done with men. Think of all the ruin that child has meant for me. Christopher's perfectly soppy about him.

Mrs. Satterthwaite:
You don't deserve your husband, anyway. I can't imagine why he sent that telegram. "Resume yoke" indeed!

Sylvia Tietjens:
He sent it out of lordly, dull, full-dress consideration that drives me distracted. He couldn't write me a letter because he'd have to put "Dear Sylvia" - and I'm not. He's that precise sort of imbecile. I'll settle down by his side, and I'll be chaste. I've made up my mind to it. I'll be bored stiff for the rest of my life. Except for one thing: I can torment that man and I'll do it, for all the times he's tormented me.