The Fugitive Kind (1960)

Joanne Woodward: Carol Cutrere

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• Carol Cutrere : Wild things leave skins behind them. They leave clean skins and teeth and white bones. And these are tokens, passed from one to another. So that the fugitive kind can follow their kind.

• Carol Cutrere : Why are you pretendin' not to remember me?

  Valentine Xavier : Well, it's hard to remember somebody you never met.

• Carol Cutrere : This country used to be wild; but, now its just drunk!

• Carol Cutrere : I used to make stump speeches. Oh, and I wrote letters of protest against the gradual massacre of the colored majority in the county. And you know, when that Willie McCoy thing came along, poor man got sent to the chair, you know. for having improper relations with a white slut. Oh, I made a fuss about that. I put on a potato sack and I set out on foot for the capitol. And you know how far I got? Six miles out of town. I was hooted and jeered at and even spit on every step of the way. And then I got arrested. And you know what for? Lewd vagrancy! Oh, me. That was a long time ago. And I'm not a reformer anymore. I'm just a lewd vagrant. And I'm gonna show 'em. And show 'em all just how lewd, a lewd vagrant can be when she puts her whole heart into it, the way I do mine.

• Carol Cutrere : You hear the dead people talkin'?

  Valentine Xavier : Dead people don't talk.

  Carol Cutrere : Sure they do. They chatter away like birds here on Wisteria Hill. But all they can say is one word - and that word is "live. " Live. Live. Live. Live. Live. That's all they know. That's the only advice they can give. It's simple. It's a very simple instruction.

• Carol Cutrere : [as Xavier and Carol, in her sports car, approach the local cemetery, Wisteria Hills]  Pull over here.

  Valentine Xavier : [unaware of where they are]  You live around here?

  Carol Cutrere : [slightly incredulous]  Nobody lives around here! This is the local bone orchard!

• Carol Cutrere : What are they sayin' about me? That I'm degraded? Is that what you're sayin' about me? That I'm corrupt, degraded? Hmm?

• Valentine Xavier : Why are you so anxious to prove that I know you?

  Carol Cutrere : Cause I'd like to know you better and better.

• Carol Cutrere : You know, they say that if you break the heel of your slipper in the mornin' that means you'll meet the love of your life before dark. Of course, it was almost dark when I broke the heel of my slipper. Do you suppose that means that I'll meet the love of my life before daybreak?

• Carol Cutrere : You take this bone and you leave it on a bare rock in the rain and the sun until every sign of corruption is burned and washed away. And then it will be a good charm.

• Carol Cutrere : Hey, Snakeman, give me hand!

• Carol Cutrere : There are plenty other juke joints on the highway. Mr. Xavier, would you like to go juking? Come on, let's you and me go juke.

• Valentine Xavier : Why do you make such a crazy show of yourself?

  Carol Cutrere : 'Cause I'm an exhibitionist! I want people to know I'm alive. Don't you want people to know you're alive?

  Valentine Xavier : I just want to live. I don't care whether they know I'm alive or not.

  Carol Cutrere : Well, I want to be noticed, and seen, and heard, and felt!

• Carol Cutrere : I'd love to hold something the way you hold your guitar. That's the way I'd love to hold something with such tender protection. I'd love to hold you that way. With that same tender protection. 'Cause you hang the moon for me.

• Carol Cutrere : I woke up thinking about you last night in New Orleans. I tried to pour oblivion out of a bottle but it wouldn't pour out. So, finally, I just got in my car and I drove 80 and 90 and 100 miles an hour because I was afraid you'd be gone before I got here.

• Carol Cutrere : Juking? Oh! Well, that's when you get in a car, which is preferably open in any kind of weather. And then you drink a little bit and you drive a little bit, and then you stop and you dance a little bit with a jukebox. And then you drink a little bit more and you drive a little bit more, you stop and you dance a little bit more to another juke box! And then you stop dancing and you just drink and you drive. And then, you stop driving. And you just drink.