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Lucy: [to Mitch] Just what do you do for the Hadley Oil Company? Kyle: We're troubleshooters. Wherever they want trouble, they send for us. Mitch: I, uh, have a sheepskin that says I'm a geologist. Kyle: I was kicked out of the same school. They found rocks in my head.

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Lucy: Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. It's an adventure. It's exciting. Mitch: Are you looking for laughs? Or are you soul-searching? Lucy: The latter, I guess. I think I'm beginning to know Kyle - and to like him. Mitch: [looking hurt] Well, in that case, I'm glad.

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Lucy: I took a sudden dislike to the suite...Oh, it was beautiful at first glance. Then I thought how ugly it would be - in the morning. Kyle: Guilty as charged. Lucy: I was tempted. Kyle: Was it easy to overcome? Lucy: Yes, you made it easy. Kyle: How, by throwing my money at you? Lucy: No. No, it wasn't that. Kyle: What, then? Lucy: It was the ride. 'Up in the blue' as you call it. Kyle: Talked too much, didn't I? Lucy: No. It was good talk. Only something happened to me, something as unexpected as the things you told me. I tried to tell myself it was, I don't know, sympathy, compassion. But it was more. Kyle: Let's... let's get out of here. Cigarette? We'll put you on the next plane to New York. Lucy: Thank you. Kyle: I'm...sorrier than I've ever been in my whole sorry life. I hope you believe me. Lucy: Is it important that I do? Kyle: Very, because I... I want to start all over again... with you. Lucy: How? Kyle: Suppose-- Just suppose I came to New York again. Not to play, but to

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Jasper: It's about time you got hitched, isn't it? Mitch: No, I-I have trouble enough finding oil. Jasper: I sure wish you felt different about Marylee. Mitch: We grew up together, like brother and sister. I just can't see it any other way. Jasper: Yeah. It's a shame, though, in a way. It's a real shame.

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Marylee: Then you grew up and left me, you and Kyle, the rover boys. I guess that's why I hate him so, for taking you away from me. I love you, Mitch. I'm desperate for you. So desperate, I run to the likes of Roy Carter. Mitch: All right, blame me. Marylee: I'm not talking about blame. About love. Do you love me, Mitch? Mitch: Like a brother. Marylee: I don't want you as a brother. Mitch: Can't be any other way, Marylee. Don't, please don't waste your life waiting for me. Marylee: I'll wait, and I'll have you - marriage or no marriage.

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Kyle: A toast to — to beauty — and the truth, which is anything but beautiful... This is an occasion. We must proceed with, with quiet dignity. Mitch: What are we celebrating? Kyle: The end of a drought, a year-long drought. Mitch: We drank a toast to truth. Kyle: So? Mitch: So you ought to let us in on what you're really celebrating — or mourning. Kyle: So you'd like to know my secret. The secret is — not to pour the vermouth, just to pretend you're pouring it.

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