Sir Walter, being strangely surprised and put out of his countenance at so great a table, gives his son a damned blow over the fac...e. His son, as rude as he was, would not strike his father, but strikes over the face the gentleman that sat next to him and said "Box about: 'twill come to my father anon."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... if there are no waving flags and marching songs at the barricades as Walter marches out with his little battalion, it is not b...ecause the battle lacks nobility. On the contrary, he has picked up in his way, still imperfect and wobbly in his small view of human destiny.... He becomes, in spite of those who are too intrigued with despair and hatred of man to see it, King Oedipus refusing to tear out his eyes, but attacking the oracle instead. He is that last Jewish patriot manning his rifle at Warsaw.... He is Anne Frank, still believing in people; he is the nine small heroes of Little Rock; he is Michelangelo creating David and Beethoven bursting forth with the Ninth Symphony. He is all these things because he has finally reached out in his tiny moment and caught that sweet essence which is human dignity, and it shines like the old star-touched dream that is in his eyes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
MAMA: Son--how come you talk so much 'bout money? WALTER: Because it is life, Mama!... MAMA: Oh--So now it's life. Money is life. Once upon a time freedom used to be life--now it's money. I guess the world really do change ... WALTER: No--it was always money, Mama. We just didn't know about it. MAMA: No ... something has changed. You something new, boy. In my time we was worried about not being lynched and getting to the North if we could and how to stay alive and still have a pinch of dignity too.... Now here come you and Beneatha--talking 'bout things we ain't never even thought about hardly, me and your daddy. You ain't satisfied or proud of nothing we done. I mean that you had a home; that we kept you out of trouble till you was grown; that you don't have to ride to work on the back of nobody's streetcar--You my children--but how different we done become.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Judge Bedford: I understand you refuse to be represented by counsel. Walter: That's correct, your honor.... Judge Bedford: Are you suicidal, Mr. Davis, or just plain stupid?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tommy: You're gonna have trouble with that one. Milo: Oh no I'm not. He's just not housebroken yet, that's all.... Tommy: When are you going to stop getting yourself involved with young itinerant artists? It never works. If they're no good, you're ashamed. And if they are, they get independent.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dizzy: Say, don't you think about anything but flying? When did the bug first bite you? Tommy: You remember the day Lindy cam...e back from Paris?... I was only a kid, but I'll never forget it. They wrote "Welcome Home" with smoke across the sky and signed it QB.... I didn't even know what QB meant. Then someone told me about the quiet burglar. Old pilots joining together to help the flying game. I loved that. They seemed apart from ordinary people. Dizzy: Oh they were. That, that first QB hanger was a great place. Each pilot had his own drinking mug, and whenever one got bumped off, they put the mug on the shelf over the bar, bottom up, and your first drink was always a silent toast to the shelf.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Walter Neff: I'm crazy about you, baby. Phyllis Dietrichson: I'm crazy about you, Walter.... Walter Neff: That perfume on your hair, what's the name of it? Phyllis Dietrichson: I don't know. I bought it in Ensenada.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »