The Future Claire Zachanassian?: The Visit Quotes

"Claire Zachanassian: We kissed each other on this spot. More than
fifty years ago. We loved each other under these boughs, under these
bushes, among these toadstools on the moss. I was seventeen, and you
weren’t quite twenty. Then you married Matilda Blumhard with her little
general store, and I married old Zachanassian with his millions from
Armenia. He found me in a brothel. In Hamburg….

Ill: It was for your sake I married Matilda Blumhard.

Claire: She had money.

Ill: You were young and beautiful. The future belonged to you. I wanted you to be happy. So I had to renounce being happy myself. (WHAT A BULLSHIT LIE...IF I WERE CLAIRE I PROBABLY WOULD'VE STRANGLED YOU RIGHT THERE AND THEN)

Claire: And now the future’s here.

Ill: If you’d stayed here, you’d have been ruined like me.

Claire: Are you ruined?

Ill: A broken-down shopkeeper in a broken-down town.

Claire: Now it’s me who has the money.

Ill: I’ve been living in hell since you went away from me.

Claire: And I’ve grown into hell itself.”

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“Claire: Didn’t little Matilda make you happy?

Ill: Your happiness is what matters.”

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“Ill: I lead a laughable life. Never once really managed to leave this township….

Claire: Why bother, anyway. I know what the world’s like.

Ill: Because you’ve always been able to travel.

Claire: Because I own it.”

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"She's unkillable, she's unkillable."

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“Ill: My little sorceress! You can’t ask that! It was long ago. Life went on.

Claire: Life went on, and I’ve forgotten nothing, Ill. Neither Konrad’s Village Wood, nor Petersens’ Barn; neither Widow Boll’s bedroom, nor you treachery. And now we’re old, the pair of us. You decrepit, and me cut to bits by the surgeons’ knives. And now I want accounts between us settled. You chose your life, but you forced me into mine. A moment ago you wanted to time turned back, in that wood so full of the past, where we spent our young years. Well I’m turning it back now, and I want justice. Justice for a million.”

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“Claire: Your hopes were lunacy, you perseverance pointless, and you self-sacrifice foolish; you lives have been a useless waste….but as I watched the silhouette of Petersens’ Barn sinking away on the other side of the frost-flowers, I swore a vow to myself, I would come back again, one day. I’ve come back now."

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“You should only have husbands for display purposes, they shouldn’t be useful.”

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“
Your love died many years ago. But my love could not die. Neither could it live. It grew into an evil thing, like me, like the pallid mushrooms in this wood, and the blind, twisted features of the roots, all vergrown by my golden millions. Their tentacles sought you out, to take your life, because your life belonged to me, for ever. You are in their toils now, and you are lost. You will soon be no more than a dead love in my memory, a gentle ghost haunting the wreckage of a house.”