Linda Hayden credited as playing...
Luci
- Luci: [in front of dressing table mirror] Can I use some of your eye makeup?
- Amy Quayle: With a complexion like yours, why do you want to spoil it?
- Luci: [really having a go at the beauty products] I'm going to paint my face. And paint and paint and be utterly evil!
- Doctor Robert Quayle: [looks up from newspaper into her painted visage] You can't be serious.
- Luci: But they're all the rage.
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Are they. Not here.
- Luci: Don't you like it?
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Get dressed!
- [she turns, leaves in a huff, slamming the door shut]
- Luci: [clutching her dress in front of her nakedness, as her new brother has found her door unlocked and sneaked into her room while she's undressed] Get out!
- Nick Quayle: Luci, please!
- [advancing]
- Luci: Don't touch me!
- Nick Quayle: You didn't mind before.
- Luci: Get out!
- Nick Quayle: You didn't mind behaving like that in the cinema.
- Luci: [snaps] Don't think it's a game!
- Nick Quayle: I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-...
- Luci: Get out!
- Nick Quayle: Luci, please!
- Luci: Get out or I'll call your Dad!
- Nick Quayle: [pleads] Luci!
- Luci: Robert! Robert!
- [Nick scampers off, hides in his room]
- Doctor Robert Quayle: [coming] What is it? Luci?
- [enters room, she is serenely lying in bed]
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Yes?
- Luci: I just want to thank you for all the lovely new things I got today.
- Luci: [calling from upstairs] Amy!
- Nick Quayle: [playing cards] That's yours.
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Thank you.
- Nick Quayle: [to Mom] You going up for the night?
- Amy Quayle: Yes, I think I'd better. Just to reassure her while she's having these nightmares.
- Luci: These nightmares... Every night... That's why I can't sleep. They frighten me, Robert.
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Luci, for somebody your age, you've experienced emotions that you can't understand. Now these dreams always involve your mother, right?
- Luci: Yes. Mum. Always.
- Doctor Robert Quayle: And she gave you a rough time, didn't she?
- Luci: No! No! She loved me! Oh... she said I was the only reason she was stuck in that rotten stinking house. She called me a little blond bastard. Oh! She wasn't always like that.
- Doctor Robert Quayle: She was, Luci.
- Luci: [dismayed] Oh!
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Nervous tension, Luci, that's all it is. The nervous system is like... like strings that can be... stretched and stretched. It's inevitable that the shock of your mother's death should leave a mark. But we're doing our best to make you forget. Now be happy.
- Luci: Will you, Robert? Will you make me happy?
- [her naked upper body coming up out of the cover of the towel]
- Luci: Don't you think I'm attractive?
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Cover yourself up!
- Luci: But I love you, Robert!
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Cover yourself up!
- Luci: Oh!
- Doctor Robert Quayle: My God, you... you are like your mother!
- Doctor Robert Quayle: [as Luci gains entry through the window, lightning flashes and thunder crashes] I told you to stay with Mrs. Carmichael! Now get up to your room!
- Luci: [advancing on Amy] Want to play with your little doll?
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Get up to your room!
- Luci: Don't you want to play with your little doll?
- Amy Quayle: [dismayed] Luci, please...
- Luci: Don't you want to play with your little doll, Amy?
- [and Robert realizes the whole sordid truth]