Now, why do ya drink?!
Give me my crutch.
Tell me first.
No, you give me a drink first and I'll tell ya.
Tell me first! First you gotta tell me!
All right, disgust!
DISGUST WITH WHAT?
You strike a hard bargain.
Boy, do you want liquor that bad?
Yes, sir. I want liquor that bad. [Big Daddy hands him his crutch]
Now tell me, what are you disgusted with?
Mendacity. You know what that is. It's lies and liars.
Who's been lyin' to ya? Maggie? Has your wife been lyin' to ya?
No. Not one lie, not one person. The whole thing.
Mendacity. What do you know about mendacity? I could write a book on it...Mendacity. Look at all the lies that I got to put up with. Pretenses. Hypocrisy. Pretendin' like I care for Big Mama, I haven't been able to stand that woman in forty years. Church! It bores me. But I go. And all those swindlin' lodges and social clubs and money-grabbin' auxiliaries. It's-it's got me on the number one sucker list. Boy, I've lived with mendacity. Now why can't you live with it? You've got to live with it. There's nothin' to live with but mendacity. Is there?
Oh, yes sir. [Lifting his glass] You can live with this.
That's not livin', that's a-dodgin away from life.
I want to dodge away from it.
Then son, why don't you kill yourself?
'Cause I like to drink.
I can't talk to you.
I'm sorry.
