Flowers in the Attic (1987)
Grandmother: Your mother has come home after seventeen years to repent for her sins and for her crime. Not only against your grandfather and me, but against God! Your mother's marriage was unholy! A sacrilege! An abomination in the eyes of the Lord! She did not fall from Grace! She leapt! Into the arms of a man whose veins pulsed with the same blood as hers! Not a stranger, but her own uncle! And you, the children, are the devil's spawn! Evil from the moment of conception!
Cathy: [shouts] I'm getting my mother!
[gets up from the bed and runs to the door]
Grandmother: [shouts] Come back here!
[Cathy opens the door and sees John and screams and then returns to her bed]
Grandmother: Sit down, be silent and don't move again until I leave.
Cathy: Why are you just standing there, Mother? Cory needs to be taken to a hospital there is no other decision to make
[the mother just stands there looking and quivering]
Cathy: What's wrong with you mother? Are you going to just stand there and think about yourself and your money while Cory lies there and dies? Don't you care what happens to him? Have you forgotten that you're his mother?
Mother: Always it's you.
Cathy: [slaps her mother back]
Cathy: [shouts] Damn you to hell, Mama, if you don't take Cory to a hospital right now! You think you can go on doing whatever you want with us and nobody will ever find out? If Cory dies, Mama, you'll pay for it! One way or another, I will find a way. I promise you that.
Cathy: Look at us, Mother! Do we look like you with your rosy cheeks and your bright eyes? Look at the twins, Mother! Cory has stomach cramps almost every day, and Carrie has little sores growing on her skin! Do you know or even care that the grandmother has stopped feeding us for more than a week?
Mother: Stop it! You have no right to talk to me like that! Do you think I've had pleasure while my children have been in pain? You are heartless. When you're ready to treat me with love, I'll be back.
Cathy: [coming up behind their mother at the wedding] Mother!
[Corrine turns around]
Cathy: Do you like my dress? I thought it was appropriate for the occasion.
Mother: Who are you? How did you get in here?
Cathy: Have you forgotten us already?
Carrie Dollanganger: Mama?
Bart Winslow: Who are you children?
Cathy: We're the children of the bride!
Mother: Nonsense, you know I don't have any children. Get out. I'll not have my wedding day ruined by a cruel, evil prank.
Cathy: YOU'RE the one who's cruel and evil, Mother, you kept us locked up in that attic and you said you'd come for us after your father died. YOU NEVER CAME!
Chris: You couldn't let anybody find out about us, because if you did you'd be disinherited.
Mother: It's not true! No, what proof do they have?
Chris: [holds up a dead mouse] It died from eating the same cookies that Corrie ate.
Mother: Who's Corrie?
Chris: He was your son and my little brother! And you killed him.
Cathy: Just like you tried to kill us! Look at us, Mother, how could you do this to us?
[about Grandmother's house]
Narrator: Though it's been many years since I last saw it, I'll always remember that even my first impression was one of fear and wonder. My childhood was soon to be lost, my innocence shattered, and all our dreams destroyed by what we would find within.
[about his grandmother]
Chris: Look at you in your black dress. Your fancy jewels. Your pinched face. We're not afraid of you! We laugh at you! Do you hear that? We laugh!
Grandmother: No child in this house will shout or scream or show defiance! Do you hear me? Do you? Now, remove your blouse, daughter. And show them how punishment is given in this house.
Mother: If you're cruel to my children, I'll take them away tonight.
Grandmother: Take them, Corrine! Take them now. Do you think I care?
[laughs as Corrine cries]
Grandmother: Take off the blouse, Corrine. Take it off!
[Corrine takes off her blouse]
Grandmother: Look closely, children. 17 lashes. One for each year she lived in sin with your father. So that you understand me now, I will give you food and shelter, but never kindness or love. For it is impossible to feel anything but disgust for what is not wholesome.
Chris: [about the mother] She never meant for us to leave that attic.
Cathy: Christopher, what is it?
Chris: A copy of Grandfather's will. It's 2 months old. It says if it was ever proven Mom had children from her first marriage, even after he's dead, she'd be disinherited.
Cathy: Mother's known all this time that we could never be found.
Chris: She never meant for us to leave that attic.
Cathy: Mother should have prepared us for something like this.
Chris: What do you mean?
Cathy: She never allowed us have a... dog, or a kitten.
Chris: What's that got to do with anything?
Cathy: Because pets die, Christopher. And if we had had a pet and it had died, then we would have learned something about that.
Chris: About what? About death?
Cathy: Yes, death! Death! She should have told us. Somebody should have told us that fathers die too. They die, Christopher. Even if they're young, and they're handsome, and we need them.
Cathy: Do you need to use the bathroom?
Cathy: Not even to brush your teeth?
Chris: I don't feel like it tonight.
Cathy: Why didn't you ever take us to see the grandparents before?
Mother: I suppose because we were never penniless before... many years ago I did something that angered your grandfather, and his punishment was to disinherit me.
Chris: So, why are we going back there if he won't give us any money?
Mother: Because he will. Your grandfather is dying. He's not expected to live much longer, and in that time, I'm going to win back his love... and then, darlings, I'll be an heiress to a fortune beyond your imaginations. And through me, all your wildest dreams will come true.
Mother: [after poisoning her son and telling the children of the death] Cory had pneumonia. The doctors did all they could. There won't be a funeral, he's already been buried.
Mother: [Pretending not to know her children] Who's Cory?
Chris: He was your son and my little brother, and you killed him.
Cathy: Just like you tried to kill us.
[Referring to their ragged appearance]
Cathy: Look at us mother. How could you do this to us?
Chris: This way!
Cathy: No Chris, they're not going to get away with this. We've got to go tell our Grandfather the truth.
Chris: What difference does it make now? Let's just go!
Cathy: No, Mother's not getting that money, not after the way she treated us. Now come on!
Cathy: All the money in the world isn't worth the living that we've lost!
Chris: Maybe not to you but without some of it, Mom doesn't have a thing.
Cathy: She has us if she cared! Let's just take the twins and run away, Christopher! We'll find a way out, but let's do it now before it's too late!
Chris: So what's to become of us, Mom? How much longer do we continue living in this prison?
Chris: You come back with gifts for us, Mom, do you think they can make up for what we've lost?
Mother: Christopher, if you stop loving me...
Chris: I haven't stopped loving you, Mom, I MAKE myself keep loving you every day, despite what you do to us.