Signora di lusso

Louise Harington: I won't have you talking to him in that way. I won't have it.

Stanley Harrington: Why not?

Louise Harington: He's a brilliant boy. You talk about your money. Your money had nothing to do with getting him into Harvard.

Stanley Harrington: It didn't hurt.

Louise Harington: It was his brains, his brilliance!

Stanley Harrington: [scornfully] His brilliance!

Louise Harington: You haven't the least idea how to deal with a sensitive person. I understand him. I appreciate him.

Louise Harington: You know what you're doing to him, don't you? You're turning him into a mama's boy. A molly-coddled...

Louise Harington: That's not true!

Stanley Harrington: Any time I wanted to get him into the fresh air, teach him anything like golf, swimming, having fun like an ordinary boy, it was always "oh, no, Phillip's too delicate, Phillip can't waste his time on silly games".

Louise Harington: Oh, so it was wrong of me to encourage his reading?

Stanley Harrington: He was my son as much as yours.

Louise Harington: [shocked] Was? Was your son?

Stanley Harrington: He's not any longer. You've seen to that.