My sidekick...He's eccentric. He's poor...Mitch is just a country boy. The kind of assets he's got you can't buy with money.
Most-quoted character in Written on the Wind (1956): in 21 of its 42 quotes
Most scenes with: Lucy Moore Hadley (5), Mitch Wayne (4), Marylee Hadley (2)
She's got enough devil in her to put Uncle Joe and me in the shade.
More lines from Kyle Hadley
11 quotesHe [his father] wanted me to grow up with Mitch...Mitch's old man is my dad's boyhood pal -- his idol, I guess. A small rancher -- kind of a legend in our country. A great hunter, sort of a throwback to Daniel Boone. I used to wish he was my father...Dad's a big man -- so big that he and I know I can't fit his shoes, or even come close to him.
It's easy to talk like this when you're 6,000 feet above the big poker table...Down there, I'm a guy with too many chips. I throw 'em up in the air and a few land on my shoulders. Hellfire, they'd be disappointed if I didn't behave like a playboy -- didn't end up like my uncle.
Something is happening to me. I find myself talking to you like I never talked to anyone before -- not even Mitch...I think we're past the point of no return.
Lucy, you decent? Lucy, are you dec---? [realizing she has left] I guess she was.
I'm...sorrier than I've ever been in my whole sorry life.
Not to play, but to work, to behave like, like Tom, Dick, and Harry. I-I'd ask you for dates, take you to lunches, to the movies. I'd be happy with a good night kiss. I'd think seriously about all the things I used to laugh at, like having a wife and a home and kids. Right now, there's one thing you don't have to suppose. I'm in love with you. So much so that I want to marry you.
Somebody just stole my magic dancing slippers.
Me and my darling sister - we pushed Dad down the stairs.
Somebody tried to kill me...My best friend.
What are we doing here, Mitch?...Let's go down to the river where we belong. I'll be down at the river, waiting, waiting.
Scenes with Kyle Hadley
9 scenesWe're troubleshooters. Wherever they want trouble, they send for us.
I, uh, have a sheepskin that says I'm a geologist.
...I was kicked out of the same school. They found rocks in my head.
I'd like to get off the merry-go-round.
Once we get up in the blue, I'm a different fella, a lot different from this character. I wouldn't admit this to anyone but you, but I drink too much.
I was tempted.
Was it easy to overcome?
Yes, you made it easy.
'Kyle: How, by throwing my money at you?
No. No, it wasn't that.
What, then?
It was the ride. 'Up in the blue' as you call it.
Talked too much, didn't I?
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.
Bet you can't throw that far, Mitch.
Mitch can do everything better than you, Kyle.
Shut up, Marylee.
Throw it, Mitch. You made it, Mitch!
Last one across is a rotten egg.
Hey, what's that purple stuff on your lips?
Mulberry juice. Looks like lipstick, doesn't it?
Yeah, sure does.
Mitch? Am I beautiful?
Uh-huh.
Do you love me?
Sure, you're my girl.
When we grow up, you'll marry me, won't you, Mitch? I love you so much.
A toast to - to beauty - and the truth, which is anything but beautiful...This is an occasion. We must proceed with, with quiet dignity...
What are we celebrating?
The end of a drought, a year-long drought.
We drank a toast to truth.
So?
So you ought to let us in on what you're really celebrating - or mourning.
So you'd like to know my secret. The secret is - not to pour the vermouth, just to pretend you're pouring it.
Do you love me?
Love you? I don't even love myself.
Kyle, what is it? Is it something I've said or something I've done or should have done?
I can't tell you. I'm afraid. It's like I was deep in a mountain pass, snowcaps hanging over my head. If I make a sound, snow might all come tumbling down. Bury me - alive.
That was no lady. That was your wife.
Where are they going?
I don't know. Where would you take your best friend's wife?
You're a real sweet kid.
Now be nice to me, brother. One morning we'll wake up, and we'll be all alone together.
Go on, sister. Tell me another pretty story.
Once upon a time, there was a poor little rich boy.
Kyle Hadley by name.
Who pickled his tiny brain with gin and bourbon.
Not so. Scotch.
Till he got so stinking blind, he couldn't see what was going on right under his big red nose.
But his charming, righteous little sister did.
Yes, she saw the end of a marriage and the beginning of a love affair.
You're a filthy liar.
I'm filthy - period. But you don't have to take my word for anything. Just try keeping your head clear and your eyes open.
Why should you care? You've never cared about me.
Or your wife.
Why are you putting your two cents in?
Only because of Mitch. Because I've never had him, and your wife has.
[Kyle slaps her across the face, reaches for a drink, and splashes his reflected mirror image with the alcohol]
You shouldn't have done that to me. You shouldn't have.
What are you talking about?
Mitch. You and the Mitch.
Don't say that Kyle. Don't even think it.
What did you think? You think I was just a drunken idiot? That I'd believe you? That I'd let you use my name? Take my money? You can rot in hell! You, Mitch, and your little...
Kyle, I've had nothing to do with Mitch.
You dirty tramp!
You lousy white trash. You no-account, two-faced dog. I'm gonna watch you cringe. Then I'm gonna put a bullet in your belly...my best friend. My lifelong pal. What a laugh! You crawlin' snake. You crept in here, sponged off us Hadleys, stole everything I ever wanted, everything I ever had...You made me small in my father's eyes. You made my sister spit at me. Then, you stole my wife.
Kyle, we've never lied to each other. And I'm tellin' you now, I never touched Lucy, only because she's your wife. Get this straight. The child would have been yours. Not mine. Yours.



