- Paul Bronson: Alright, spill your hatred, tell them I did it. I don't care what you do from now on, Dinah Jackson; I'd rather rot in jail than endure your tyranny longer. Go on, tell them I did it. But I'm through with you, do you hear? Through with you, and I'm free at last!
- Lucy, The Maid: Go ahead, evil woman. But if you call the police and tell them that lie, this will be the end of you. The Lord don't like ugly, and He will punish you sure.