Molly Jorgenson: [watching Ken and Sylvia, her father and his mother, go to their bedroom] Oh, Johnny... Do you suppose they make love?
Johnny Hunter: Why shouldn't they do? They're married.

Molly Jorgenson: They came just in time, we better cool off.
Johnny Hunter: Why?
Molly Jorgenson: Because I'm afraid...
Johnny Hunter: Of me?
Molly Jorgenson: [shakes head no]
Johnny Hunter: Of yourself?
Molly Jorgenson: Yes. That and some other new feelings that I can't explain.
Johnny Hunter: Are you angry because...
Molly Jorgenson: No. We've gotta be good Johnny.
Johnny Hunter: Good... Is it that easy to be good?
Molly Jorgenson: Are you bad Johnny? Have you been bad with girls?

Bart Hunter: [Intoxicated] This'll be painful for you, but you might as well face the truth... the RAW truth. Take... take a good look at your parents, hmm? We've got no more secrets to hide. All the cats are out of the bag: all the scrawling, mangy, obscene, horrible cats of your inheritance. You're the son of a drunkard... and a harlot.
Johnny Hunter: You're wrong about mother, dad.
Bart Hunter: Gone to her side, have ya'?
Johnny Hunter: I'm not taking sides. I just want to marry Molly.
Bart Hunter: [pauses, then smirks] Oh, Johnny, stop being a silly sentimentalist. It's stupid! Molly is merely a succulent little wench!
Johnny Hunter: She's not a wench! She's everything I've ever dreamed of in a girl.
Bart Hunter: Oh, don't make me laugh! They're all alike in the dark!
Johnny Hunter: [Taken aback] You can't make her cheap! You can't do it! In spite of your damned supercilious, intelligent mind. And with or without your consent, we're getting married!

Bart Hunter: As soon as Molly is found - and I'm sure she will be - I suggest you vacate these rooms as swiftly as possible.
Helen Jorgenson: [incredulously] Don't tell me that you're on their side!
Bart Hunter: Let's merely say that I'm not on yours.

Helen Jorgenson: [after she has seen Molly Jorgenson and Johnny Hunter kissing] Well, your daughter didn't waste any time. She's let that boy kiss and maul her her very first night here.
Ken Jorgenson: Where were they?
Helen Jorgenson: Down below me, in the garden.
Ken Jorgenson: If they had anything to hide, you think they'd do it right under your window?
Helen Jorgenson: Are you defending her cheap behavior?
Ken Jorgenson: Cheap? A girl kissing a boy in the moonlight? You know Molly's as decent as this boy seems to be.
Helen Jorgenson: [really angry now] No decent girl lets a boy kiss and maul her the very first night they meet! I suppose it's your Swedish blood in her. I've read about how the Swedes bathe together and... and have trial marriages and free love. I've read all about that. Anything goes.
Ken Jorgenson: [angry and disgusted] So, now you hate the Swedes. How many outlets for your hate do you have, Helen? We haven't been able to find a new house because of your multiplicity of them. We can't buy near a school because you hate kids. They make noise. And there can't be any Jews or Catholics on the block, either. And, oh, yes, it can't be anywhere near the Polish or Italian sections. And, of course, Negroes have to be avoided at all costs. Now, let's see: No Jews, no Catholics, no Italians, no Poles, no children. No Negroes. Do I have the list right, so far? And now, you've added Swedes. And, oh, yes, you won't use a Chinese laundry because you distrust Orientals. And you think the British are snobbish, the Russians fearful, the French immoral, the Germans brutal, and all Latin Americans lazy. What's your plan? To cut humanity out? Are you anti-people and anti-life? Must you suffocate every natural instinct in our daughter, too? Must you label young love-making as cheap and wanton and indecent? Must you persist in making sex, itself, a filthy word?
[Helen, without a word, leaves the room. Ken slams the door after her]

Sylvia Hunter: [to Helen Jorgenson] You seem to have an infinite capacity for hurt. First you try to destroy your daughter, and now our son.

Sylvia Hunter: We live in a glass house - we're not throwing any stones.