- Amy Quayle: [returns with happy Luci from dress-shopping to sidewalk cafe] Well?
- Nick Quayle: [looking at dress on his pretty new sister] Couldn't be much shorter, could it?
- [Luci sits down]
- Nick Quayle: It's all right, I suppose.
- Amy Quayle: Oh now, Nicky. Now look, the two of you have a snack, then you take Luci out for the afternoon, and don't be late.
- [off she goes, leaving them alone]
- voice of the film narrator: [to black-and-white images of doomed cattle and poultry, the film in the cinema drones on] Master butchers like this one
- [creepy older man in audience surveys crowd]
- voice of the film narrator: are quick to spot the right bird,
- [spots Luci, latching on to her]
- voice of the film narrator: and their experience and know-how is the key to the young housewife's satisfaction. Meat auctions attracts the crowds, some keen, some just curious. Here the butcher can see just what he is a-getting.
- [on-screen, a variety of pigs]
- voice of the film narrator: This is a free-for-all, and anybody is welcome.
- [Nick returns from smoke break]
- voice of the film narrator: Today, the standard is very, very high, but a little rough meat still finds its way onto the British market. Judging meat on the hoof is an expert business and it would seem there are fewer master butchers
- [the creepy guy sits down next to Luci]
- voice of the film narrator: buying from the market these days. Some say that they are getting older and that there aren't any youngsters going into the trade.
- [the guy places his leg next to Luci's, his hand poised]
- voice of the film narrator: Even so, these are the men who enjoy the excitement of the market auctions. Yet the master butcher remains what he has always been: a craftsman, descendant of a long line.
- [he touches her knee]
- voice of the film narrator: We are all Jack Sprats at heart, you know.
- [narrator chortling]
- voice of the film narrator: We like it lean.
- [Nick sees the undue attention being lavished]
- voice of the film narrator: The modern taste is for small joints.
- [Nick urges her to resist, but she just sits back]
- voice of the film narrator: This helps the farner, who can grow the end product more quickly. And that means more and more meat goes into the British oven.
- [stroking thighs]
- voice of the film narrator: And here is the result of all the farmers' work and the butcher's craft. A prime cut of the protein.
- [Nick nudges her]
- voice of the film narrator: You don't have to ask whether they like it.
- [narrator guffaws, turkeys squawk, Nick drags Luci out of her seat, and they run out of the cinema]
- 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.
- Amy Quayle: I... uh... thought I might sleep in her room for a few nights.
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Yeah. That's exactly what she's after, and it's exactly what you musn't do.
- Amy Quayle: Oh really? Even if she does just want attention, what's wrong with that?
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Everything.
- 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]
- Doctor Robert Quayle: [needling] Did you notice how our little teaser behaved?
- Amy Quayle: [tensing] Shall I drive?
- Doctor Robert Quayle: Why? Come on, wipe that pious look off your face. That all you learned at your convent for poor little rich girls? Oh, I was forgetting: how they taught you to spread your legs for me on the riverside at Oxford.
- Doctor Robert Quayle: [about libidinous Luci] Girl needs a psychiatrist.
- Amy Quayle: [about Robert] She's not the only one.
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