Mildred Pierce: You look down on me because I work for a living, don't you? You always have. All right, I work. I cook food and se...ll it and make a profit on it, which, I might point out, you're not too proud to share with me. Monte Beragon: Yes, I take money from you, Mildred. But not enough to make me like kitchens or cooks. They smell of grease. Mildred Pierce: I don't notice you shrinking away from a fifty- dollar bill because it smells of grease.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mildred Pierce: And just what do you do, Mr. Beragon? Monte Beragon: I loaf. Oh, in a decorative and highly charming manner.<...br />Mildred Pierce: Is that all? Monte Beragon: With me, loafing is a science.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Monte Beragon: When I'm close to you like this, there's a sound in the air like the beating of wings. Do you know what that is? ... />Mildred Pierce: No, what? Monte Beragon: My heart, beating like a schoolboy's. Mildred Pierce: Is it? I thought it was mine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »