What am I doing apologizin’ to you? Why am I always apologizin’ to you, ya little bastard? Three months I been apologizing to you, without you even bein’ here. I haven’t done anything wrong, why can’t I quit apologizin’? You’re the one oughta be sorry. I wouldn’t still be in my bathrobe if it hadn’t been for you. I’da had my clothes on hours ago. You’re the one made me quit caring if I got dressed or not. I guess just because your friend got killed you want me to forget what you did and make it all right. I’m not sorry for you. You’d’ve left Billy, too, just like you left me. I bet you left him plenty a nights, whenever Jacy whistled. I wouldn’t treat a dog that way. I guess you thought I was so old and ugly you didn’t owe me any explanation. You didn’t need to be careful of me. There wasn’t anythin’ I could do about you and her, why should you be careful of me? You didn’t love me. Look at me. Can’t you even look at me? … You see? You shouldn’t have come here. I’m around that corner now. You’ve ruined it. It’s lost completely. Just your needing me won’t make it come back. … Never you mind, honey, never you mind.
The Last Picture Show, Ruth Popper