Alan Feinstein credited as playing...
- Martin: Teaching's a waste of time, I'm writing a novel.
- Theresa: Isn't everybody.
- Martin: Getting divorced too.
- Theresa: Isn't everybody.
- Martin: Forgive me not, But please, oh please, forget me not
- Theresa: By parted lovers it is writ, Oh darling, thou art still a shit.
- Martin: For your next assignment: describe an irrepressible temptation and what you did about it.
- Martin: Poor little...
- Theresa: No. No, I hate people being sorry.
- Martin: I was only trying to comfort you.
- Theresa: I would rather be seduced than comforted.
- Martin: [Teresa starts to unzip the front of her dress] Despite the sexual revolution, not all married men are swingers.
- [Martin zips up her dress]
- Martin: Sex between teacher and student is improper...
- [Martin slowly unzips her dress]
- Martin: ... immoral, illegal, and unbelievably tempting.
- [first lines]
- Martin: Next June you're supposed to graduate in college, *not* high school. You're supposed to write an essay about personal conflict. Obviously, most of you never hoped to write anything more literate than a personal check. This paper - is an exception. At least it's legible. May I?
- [Teresa nods yes]
- Martin: "The last time I went to confession I was 15. The booth was dark and hot. Of the seven deadly sins, I was guilty of three. Envy and lust were my sister's fault. I envied her beauty and lusted for her boyfriends. I was afraid to confess and afraid not to. I felt no contrition, not even shame. I still felt the same lust. Was it in my mind - or my body?"
- Theresa: Isn't it obvious?
- Martin: Nothing about you is obvious. Until this morning I didn't know that you were Catholic or that you had a sister or that you were a dragon lady filled with envy and lust.
- Theresa: Why did you stop? Did you... Is it over?
- Martin: I'll be late for class.
- Theresa: It was just getting so - nice.
- Martin: Next time, fireworks. I was just a little premature.
- Theresa: Was it me? Was it my fault? Did I do something wrong?
- Theresa: I wonder. Why is it after we make love we never talk or touch or anything?
- [pause]
- Theresa: Now you're angry.
- Martin: I am not angry.
- Theresa: Disappointed?
- Martin: I'm not disappointed. I just can't stand a woman's company right after I've fucked her.
- Martin: Nothing! Nothing. Nothing ever happened between us. And if it does again, it *still* never happened! You understand? I will not be compromised. Not here on campus, not in my home, not at work.
- Theresa: What happened? What did I do?
- Martin: Nothing.
- Theresa: Is my breath bad? Do I use the wrong toothpaste?
- Martin: Stop it.
- Theresa: Is my sex too straight? Tell me, which one.
- Martin: Nothing! It's over. That's all. We had a long, fine thing together. Now it's time we moved on. Both of us.
