Gowan McGland:Deprived of their support, her breasts dropped like hanged men.
Gowan McGland:Reuben. Reuben!
Geneva Spofford:You crazy bastard! You goddamn gorilla!
Gowan McGland:Oh shit. Reuben!
Mare Spofford:That fella poet is raping all the women in Woodsmoke?
Frank Spofford:Yeah, you'll have to wait your turn, Mare.
Gowan McGland:Yes, I read Harold Robbins but I don't inhale him.
Frank Spofford:Reuben! Reuben! What the devil are you doing?
Gowan McGland:Thanks for the drink, Frank.
Frank Spofford:What for? You didn't finished it.
Geneva Spofford:Are you alright?
Gowan McGland:No, I'm not alright. I never was alright. I never will be alright.
Geneva Spofford:I'm not talking of men of genius, I'm talking about you.
Gowan McGland:Thank you.
Geneva Spofford:By promiscuous pursuit you make women look promiscuous and that's unworthy of pursuit.
Geneva Spofford:Oh, look at the way you twisting your napkin. Whose neck are you ringing?
Gowan McGland:Would you marry me?
Geneva Spofford:No, Gowan.
Gowan McGland:Good girl.
Geneva Spofford:Would you marry me?
Gowan McGland:I love you too much to marry you.
Gowan McGland:There are no trashy writers, only trashy readers.
Reverend Clayton:The body of Christ, the bread of men.
Gowan McGland:Oh no. No, thanks. I'm on a diet.
Gowan McGland:[to Geneva]You elude me You let me kiss you No resistance But no response You're a puzzle But I can feel the warm current running under the ice Seeking out the wretch in a man And I am wretched
Gowan McGland:You have reduced me to most contemptible of creatures The lovesick swain.
Gowan McGland:So beautiful, so cool, so unattainable.
Gowan McGland:You'll never hear me mumbling inanities like 'I will get the holy grail for her'.
Gowan McGland:High spirits, unlike low, unfortunately are not infectious.