[johniegrad]

I was going to cut and paste it but couldn't figure out how with Acrobat. It's on Page 23. I'll retype it here:

INT. DAVIS LIVING ROOM - HOME - CHICAGO

Wealthy. Intellectual. Midwestern. Nancy sits in a chair, crying. Edie sits opposite. They whisper:

EDIE: Well, one thing is clear, you can't tell Ronnie. He's too religious, he'll never marry you.

NANCY: I can't tell him?

EDIE: But you better get him to marry you. And quick. You don't have any time to lose.

NANCY: I can't force him to marry me, mother, for God's sake.

She sobs hysterically.

EDITH: Shhh, keep it down, or Dr. Loyal will hear you.

Nancy can't stop crying. Edith pats her on the arm.

EDIE: (in a whisper, anxiously) Don't worry, honey. Don't worry, we'll get it fixed. I know somebody right here in Chicago, she can fix it. She's good. She never hurts anybody. But we can never tell Dr. Loyal, you hear? Never. Never.

Nancy stares at her mother, stricken.

[Miss Marple]

That is just disgusting. I personally intend to make sure those writers, directors, producer, and actors involved in this thing never, ever get a dime of my money again.