Edgar: I simply cannot understand how your brother can allow that beast of a gypsy to have the run of the house.
Cathy: Don't talk about him.
Edgar: Cathy, how can you, a gentle-woman, tolerate him under your roof? A roadside beggar giving himself airs of equality. How can you?
Cathy: What do you know about Heathcliff?
Edgar: All I need or want to know.
Cathy: He was my friend long before you.
Edgar: That blackguard!
Cathy: Blackguard and all. He belongs under this roof and you speak well of him or get out.
Edgar: Are you out of your senses?
Cathy: Get out I said, or stop calling those I love names.
Edgar: 'Those you love?'
Cathy: Yes! Yes!
Edgar: Cathy, what possesses you? Do you realize the things you're saying?
Cathy: I see that I hate you. I hate the look of your milk-white face, I hate the touch of your soft, foolish hands.
Edgar: Some of that gypsy's evil soul has gone into you I think.
Cathy: Yes, it's true!
Edgar: So that beggar's dirt is on you?
Cathy: Yes, yes! Now get out!
Cathy: Don't talk about him.
Edgar: Cathy, how can you, a gentle-woman, tolerate him under your roof? A roadside beggar giving himself airs of equality. How can you?
Cathy: What do you know about Heathcliff?
Edgar: All I need or want to know.
Cathy: He was my friend long before you.
Edgar: That blackguard!
Cathy: Blackguard and all. He belongs under this roof and you speak well of him or get out.
Edgar: Are you out of your senses?
Cathy: Get out I said, or stop calling those I love names.
Edgar: 'Those you love?'
Cathy: Yes! Yes!
Edgar: Cathy, what possesses you? Do you realize the things you're saying?
Cathy: I see that I hate you. I hate the look of your milk-white face, I hate the touch of your soft, foolish hands.
Edgar: Some of that gypsy's evil soul has gone into you I think.
Cathy: Yes, it's true!
Edgar: So that beggar's dirt is on you?
Cathy: Yes, yes! Now get out!
Edgar : I simply cannot understand how your brother can allow that beast of a gypsy to have the run of the house.
Cathy : Don't talk about him.
Edgar : Cathy, how can you, a gentle-woman, tolerate him under your roof? A roadside beggar giving himself airs of equality. How can you?
Cathy : What do you know about Heathcliff?
Edgar : All I need or want to know.
Cathy : He was my friend long before you.
Edgar : That blackguard!
Cathy : Blackguard and all. He belongs under this roof and you speak well of him or get out.
Edgar : Are you out of your senses?
Cathy : Get out I said, or stop calling those I love names.
Edgar : 'Those you love?'
Cathy : Yes! Yes!
Edgar : Cathy, what possesses you? Do you realize the things you're saying?
Cathy : I see that I hate you. I hate the look of your milk-white face, I hate the touch of your soft, foolish hands.
Edgar : Some of that gypsy's evil soul has gone into you I think.
Cathy : Yes, it's true!
Edgar : So that beggar's dirt is on you?
Cathy : Yes, yes! Now get out!
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