Saturday, August 06, 2011

The Long Hot Summer, 1958


Miss Clara, you slam the door in a man's face before he even knocks on it.

Story of my life. Why don't nobody ever wanna talk with me peacable?

Life's very long and full of salesmanship, Miss Clara. You might buy something yet.

I've spent my whole life around men who push and shove and shout and think they can make anything happen just by being aggressive. And I'm not anxious to have another one around the place.

Mister, you sure do leave your calling card.

A barn-burner's the meanest, lowest creature there is.

Summertime, and the livin' is easy.

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