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Mrs. Vale: Dr. Jaquith has a sanitarium in Vermont, I believe. Probably one of those places with a high wire fence and yowling inmates. Dr. Jaquith: Well, now, I wouldn't want anyone to have that mistaken notion. Cascade is just a place in the country. People come to it when they're tired. You go to the seashore. They come there. Mrs. Vale: The very word "psychiatry," Dr. Jaquith. Doesn't it fill you with shame, my daughter, a member of our family? Dr. Jaquith: There's nothing shameful about my work or frightening or anything else. It's very simple, really, what I try to do. People come to a fork in the road. They're confused. They don't know which way to take. I just put up a signpost: "Not that way. This way."

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Dr. Jaquith: There's nothing like these old Boston homes anywhere. Here on Marlborough Street or Beacon Hill, you see them standing in a row like bastions. Firm, proud, resisting the new. Houses turned in upon themselves, hugging their pride. Charlotte: Introverted, doctor. Dr. Jaquith: Well, I wouldn't know about that. I don't put much faith in scientific terms. I leave that to the fakirs and writers of books.

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Dr. Jaquith: My dear Mrs. Vale, if you had deliberately and maliciously planned to destroy your daughter's life, you couldn't have done it more completely. Mrs. Vale: How? By having exercised a mother's rights? Dr. Jaquith: A mother's rights? Twaddle. A child has rights. A person has rights to discover her own mistakes, to make her own way, to grow and blossom in her own particular soil. Mrs. Vale: Are we getting into botany, Doctor? Are we flowers?

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Jerry: [pointing at Charlotte in the picture] Who's the fat lady with the heavy brows and all the hair? Charlotte: A spinster Aunt. Jerry: Where are you? Taking the picture? Charlotte: I'm the fat lady with the heavy brows and all the hair. I'm poor Aunt Charlotte, and I've been ill. I've been in a sanitarium for three months, and I'm not well yet. [She breaks down in tears] Forgive me. Jerry: Feeling better? Charlotte: Much. Thanks to you. Oh, many, many thanks to you. Jerry: Thanks for what? Charlotte: Oh, for sharing my carriage today and for walking my legs off sight-seeing. And for lunch and for shopping, and for helping me feel that there were a few moments when I - when I almost felt alive. Thank you. Jerry: Thank you who? Charlotte: Thank you, Jerry.

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Jerry: [as Charlotte tries to leave] Please, don't yet. Charlotte: Well, I'm not going to struggle with you. Jerry: That's right. No telling what sort of primitive instincts you might arouse. Isn't it beautiful? [He puts two cigarettes in his mouth, lights them both and then hands one to Charlotte.] Do you believe in immortality? Charlotte: I don't know. Do you? Jerry: I want to believe that there's a chance for such happiness to be carried on somehow somewhere. Charlotte: Are you so happy then? Jerry: Close to it. Getting warmer and warmer as we used to say as kids. Remember? Charlotte: Look out or you'll get burned we used to say. Jerry: Are you afraid of getting burnt if you get too close to happiness? Charlotte: Mercy, no. I'm immune to happiness and therefore to burns. Jerry: You weren't immune that night on the mountain. Charlotte: Do you call that happiness? Jerry: Only a small part. There are other kinds. Charlotte: Such as? Jerry: Having fun together, getting a kick out of sim

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Charlotte: I hate goodbyes. Jerry: They don't matter. It's what's gone before. Charlotte: No, it's what can't go after. Jerry: We may see each other - sometime. Charlotte: No, we promised. We are both to go home. Jerry: Will it help you to know I'll miss you every moment? Charlotte: So will I, Jerry, so will I. Goodbye.

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