Estelle: But we're going to --to hurt eachother. You said it yourself.
Inez: Do I look as if I wanted to hurt you?
Estelle: One can never tell.
Inez: Much more likely YOU'LL hurt ME. Still, what does it matter? If I've got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands. Sit down. Come closer. Closer. Look into my eyes. What do you see?















