David Copperfield, uma História de Charles Dickens

David Copperfield: That is what he is, this fellow; a calculating, cold blooded, fortune hunter, without honour, scruple, or mercy.

Mr. Edward Murdstone: [overturns the table they are sitting at] Be silent!

David Copperfield: I have been silent too long! I will be silent no more!

Miss Jane Murdstone: Edward... come away

Mr. Edward Murdstone: Hold your tounge!

David Copperfield: He bullied, and harried my poor, weak mother into her grave!

Mr. Edward Murdstone: Yes, she was weak. But it was not I who preyed upon her weakness, it was her own SON, who drained her of the strenght she needed with his wild behaviour and importunate demands!

David Copperfield: You killed her, as deliberately, and as pitilessly, as if you had thrust a knife into her heart!

Mr. Edward Murdstone: Repeat that in england, sir! Repeat that in a place, where you can not evade the laws of slander!

David Copperfield: I'll do better than that; I'll write it!