“You don’t understand, Holly, I don’t want to live here. I don’t want raggedy clothes. I don’t want to be running on nerves for the next ten years, but I have to do it my way. My way, understand. It has nothing to do with morality, it has to do with me.” “Oh, come off it, Horatio Alger.” “I don’t want a fight. Can’t we forget it for tonight?” “No, I’m not going to forget it because I know you’re making a value judgment on me.”
