Mildred Pierce video

Monte Beragon: There you are. Just help yourself. If you don't find what you want, let me know.
Mildred Pierce: Are you hoarding bathing suits?
Monte Beragon: They belong to my sisters.
Mildred Pierce: There's nothing like having a large family.
Monte Beragon: Yell if you need help with the zipper.
Mildred Pierce: Thank you, but I won't need any help.
Monte Beragon: How do you like your drink?
Mildred Pierce: Harmless. I like your ocean.
Monte Beragon: I borrowed it from the Navy just for you.
Mildred Pierce: You have a wonderful view.
Monte Beragon: I wouldn't say that. I hope the suit fits better than the robe.
Mildred Pierce: It does. Do you live here year round?
Monte Beragon: The family mansion is in Pasadena. Complete with iron deer, a ghost and a greenhouse. I come here in the spring.
Mildred Pierce: It must be lovely.
Monte Beragon: Yes, but lonely. In the spring, a man's fancy turns to what he's thought about all winter.
Mildred Pierce: It's a good thing California winters are so short. No whistle?
Monte Beragon: I'd need a police siren.
Mildred Pierce: Well, here we go.
Monte Beragon: Go? Go where?
Mildred Pierce: Swimming. Isn't that why we're here?
Monte Beragon: I suppose it is. Wait a minute.
Mildred Pierce: Come on.
Monte Beragon: Hold it.
Monte Beragon: Drink?
Mildred Pierce: No, thank you. You drink too much.
Monte Beragon: I do too much of everything. I'm spoiled.
Mildred Pierce: Too many sisters. They all seem to be my size too.
Monte Beragon: Yes. I like them your size. To brotherly love!
Mildred Pierce: Thank you, Mr. Beragon. Monte Beragon. That's a very unusual name. Spanish?
Monte Beragon: Mostly. Maybe a little Italian thrown in. But my mother is a real dyed-in-the-wool Yankee. That's why I'm such a self-controlled and dignified young fellow.
Mildred Pierce: And just what do you do?
Monte Beragon: I loaf in a decorative and highly charming manner.
Mildred Pierce: Is that all?
Monte Beragon: With me, loafing is a science. You're very beautiful like that.
Mildred Pierce: I bet you say that to all your sisters.
Monte Beragon: Shall I tell your fortune?
Mildred Pierce: Can you?
Monte Beragon: We Beragons come from a long line of teacup readers. I'm not very impressionable. I lost my awe of women at an early age. But ever since you came here, I thought of what I'd say when we met again. Now I can't say anything. You take my breath away.
Mildred Pierce: Do I? I like you, Monte. You make me feel... I don't know, warm.
Monte Beragon: And wanted? Beautiful?
Mildred Pierce: Yes.
Monte Beragon: When I'm close to you, there's a sound in the air like the beating of wings. You know what it is?
Mildred Pierce: No. What?
Monte Beragon: My heart. Beating like a schoolboy's.
Mildred Pierce: Is it? I thought it was mine.