Stolen Heaven

Joe Bartlett: I made a bargain with myself, see? I got twenty thousand dollars.

Mary: Twenty thousand dollars?

Joe Bartlett: Yeah, and I'm going to have one grand splurge. All the things I've wanted, all my life, and couldn't have because I didn't have the money. And then... finish.

Mary: What do you mean?

Joe Bartlett: [he pats his pocket] This.

Mary: Kill yourself?

Joe Bartlett: Yeah, don't you understand? I suppose you think that's horrible? If you could only know how I felt - kinda, crazy, desperate. If you could only understand...

Mary: I do understand! I know how you felt. You wanted just one, one chance at the life, the way other people have it.

Joe Bartlett: Yeah! Yeah, that's it. That's all I want. And then, call it quits.

Mary: It wasn't money you stole; it was music, lights and friends, and good things to eat.

Joe Bartlett: [holding up the bundle of notes] Yeah, and I got it too. Here it is. Here it is - see?

Mary: 'Not make so much noise.

Joe Bartlett: No, I suppose not.

Joe Bartlett: Tell me something, will ya?

Mary: What?

Joe Bartlett: What would you do, if you had this? What would be your idea of having a good time? Being happy?

Mary: Me?

Joe Bartlett: Yeah.

Mary: Oh, I don't know.

Joe Bartlett: Oh, go on. Tell me.

Mary: What does every girl want?

Joe Bartlett: Well, I don't know much about girls. Tell me.

Mary: What's the use?

Joe Bartlett: Well, I mean, just supposing.

Mary: Well, I suppose it's silly but if I were going to die, and I could choose just what I wanted, I think I'd pick a real, swell honeymoon.

Joe Bartlett: Honeymoon?

Mary: Sure. That's what every girl wants, isn't it? That is, if she tells the truth about it. And a young man to love her. Someone rich and handsome, who'd love her enough to take her away somewhere, where there'd be music and bright lights and the moon and people laughing. And they'd go to parties and she'd wear beautiful clothes and beautiful and... beautiful.