Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

We want Pollitt. Brick Pollitt.

We want Pollitt.

Brick Pollitt.

Don't you do that!

I'm warning you, Trixie.

Gooper!

Can't you stop your child

from putting her hands in the ice cream?

Couldn't you at least wash your hands

before you did that?

Maggie!

You stop that!

How could you do that to a child?

Like this, honey.

Did you see what she did?

I told her to wash her hands first.

One of those no-neck monsters

hit me with some ice cream.

Why do you call Gooper's kiddies

"no-neck monsters"?

Because your brother's children

have got no necks.

Their fat little heads sit on their fat bodies

without a bit of connection.

That's too bad.

Especially 'cause, if they have no necks

you can't wring them. Right, honey?

Here we are!

Come on, Buster, Sonny.

Go get in the car. We're all going to go.

Did you ever hear so many dog's names

tagged on to children?

They've got five monsters

and number six coming up.

They've brought the whole bunch here

like animals to display at a county fair.

It's so obvious, it's disgusting.

It's obvious what they're up to.

What are they up to, Maggie?

I'll tell you what they're up to, boy of mine.

They're up to cutting you out

of your father's estate.

Everybody knows Big Daddy's...

...dying of...

I ought to send Sister Woman a bill

for a new pair of stockings.

Do we?

Do we what?

Know that Big Daddy is dying of...

Don't you believe it?

You'll know soon enough.

Suppose he is?

There's some things you've got to face.

There's some things in this world

you've simply got to face.

Why was Big Daddy in that horrible clinic

for six weeks...

...if the examination didn't show anything?

Why did Brother Man bring his whole tribe

down here in this sticky heat?

And why so many allusions

to you and Rainbow Hill?

You know what Rainbow Hill is?

It's a place that's famous for treating

famous alcoholics and dope fiends.

I'm not famous.

No...

...and you don't take dope.

Otherwise you'd be a perfect candidate

for Rainbow Hill.

That's where Brother Man's

going to tell Big Daddy to ship you.

Over my dead body!

Rainbow Hill.

With you out of the way,

Gooper gets hold of the estate...

...signs the checks, and cuts off our credit

whenever he wants.

How'd you like that, baby?

You're doing just about everything...

...to aid and abet them

in grabbing control, after Big Daddy...

Well, you are.

Quitting work,

devoting yourself to drinking!

Breaking your ankle last night

on the high school field.

Brick?

We've got one thing on our side.

No, two things.

Are my seams straight?

Big Daddy dotes on you, honey.

He just can't stand Brother Man

and his wife...

...that fertility monster.

She's odious to him.

I can tell.

Just like I can tell he likes me.

That's the second thing

we've got on our side.

He likes me.

The way he looks me up and down,

and over...

He's still got an eye for girls.

That kind of talk is disgusting.

Anybody ever tell you

you were a back-aching Puritan?

I think it's mighty fine how that old fellow,

on death's doorstep...

...takes in my shape with what

I consider deserved appreciation.

Gooper still cherishes the illusion

he took a giant step up the social ladder...

...when he married Mae Flynn

of the no-neck Memphis Flynns...

...because she was queen

of the Cotton Carnival.

I can just see Gooper

falling for Her Majesty...

...sitting on that brass throne,

riding that tacky float down Main Street...

...smiling and bowing, and blowing kisses

to all the trash on the street.

You know what happened to her?

No, what happened to her?

Somebody spat tobacco juice in her face.

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