Beth Chavez: I'll tell Miss Judith you're here.
Quentin Collins: I shall see Jamison first, Beth.
Beth Chavez: The child's asleep.
Quentin Collins: All right. Who am I to disturb his dreams?
Beth Chavez: You will.
Quentin Collins: Then, Grandmama. She will want to welcome home the prodigal, and I shall announce myself. Is she as ill as I hear she is?
Beth Chavez: She's failing.
Quentin Collins: And her mind?
Beth Chavez: Still strong enough to fight you.
Quentin Collins: Perhaps she won't want to. Women, you know, are notoriously open to my charm. Do you think she's well enough to make out a new will?
Beth Chavez: I think she's well enough to know better.
Quentin Collins: You'll regret those words when I'm master of this house. You know, Beth, it would be much easier for you if you simply relaxed and admitted how interested you are in me.