Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
That Europe is nothin' on earth but a great big auction, that's all it is, that bunch of old worn-out places, it's just a big firesale, the whole ruttin'thing […] (II.86.531-533)
Something's left out of that story. What did you leave out?
You!— dug the grave of your friend and kicked him in it!—
Before you'd face the truth with him!
His truth, not mine!
His truth, okay! But you wouldn't face it with him!
Who can face truth? Can you? (II.124.1354-1374)
Tonight Brick looks like he used to look when he was a little boy, just like he did when he played wild games and used to come home all sweaty and pink-cheeked and sleepy, with his—red curls shining…. (III.156.589-594)