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Two feisty, free-spirited women are connected by the brilliant, charismatic poet who loves them both.
William Killick: No harm will ever come to you. Not from me, not from anyone else. And while I'm here, no word of mine will ever hurt you. Vera Phillips: Sounds like a vow.
William Killick: You have a raindrop running down your cheek, just like a tear.
Vera Phillips: You don't even see me, do you? Dylan! All you've got is stories in your head. Words. And I have to feel real. William... makes me real.
Dylan Thomas: Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write on the spendthrift pages, nor for the towering dead with their nightingales and psalms, but for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages.
Caitlin MacNamara: Now you'll get fat. And Dylan won't love you anymore. Vera Phillips: You're a bitch. It's the past Dylan loves. And you. He doesn't love me at all. Caitlin MacNamara: When's William get back? Vera Phillips: I keep writing. No word. Caitlin MacNamara: Think he's dead? Vera Phillips: We're still getting his pay. The army wouldn't pay a dead man. Caitlin MacNamara: You'll have to stop singing. Vera Phillips: I'll sing if I want. Caitlin MacNamara: They won't let you. Not pregnant they won't. Vera Phillips: I can't do this. I can't. A mother, me, look at me! Caitlin MacNamara: Get rid of it then. Vera Phillips: It's William's. Caitlin MacNamara: Ah, you love him. Vera Phillips: I hate him. Oh, God, I hate him so much. Look what he's done to me. [Caitlin laughs hysterically] Vera Phillips: Don't laugh. Don't damn well laugh! I can't do this alone. Caitlin MacNamara: I'm here, aren't I? Vera Phillips: Let's go home, Caitlin. Caitlin MacNamara: I don't have a home. Vera Phillips: Wales, Caitlin! Caitlin MacNamara: Are you insane, woman?
Caitlin MacNamara: My first was Augustus John. He seduced me when I was 15 the old goat. It doesn't mean anything, fucking. It isn't love. I get an itch, it's gotta be scratched. I do it myself when I'm too lazy. Why bother when you can get someone else to do it for you? Vera Phillips: Nothing to do with love, fucking? Caitlin MacNamara: Uh-uh. Nothing. Who was your first? Vera Phillips: [Innocently] What? Caitlin MacNamara: You don't need to tell me, I know it was Dylan. Vera Phillips: We were kids. Tent, fire, and a beach blanket. Caitlin MacNamara: Nice and comfy then. Vera Phillips: Children, still innocent. Caitlin MacNamara: We are still innocent, me and Dylan. Vera Phillips: I only want it as a memory. I don't want it back. Caitlin MacNamara: Does William know? Don't ever tell him. I can forgive the past, he won't. The past I can forgive. Vera Phillips: You're warning me.
Dylan Thomas: I do it, sleep with other women... because I'm a poet, and a poet feeds off life.
William Killick: The boy is screaming.
Caitlin MacNamara: Touch her and I'll kill you. Dylan Thomas: Caitlin's territory, is it? Caitlin MacNamara: Caitlin's friend.
Caitlin MacNamara: I never had a best friend before.