Catherine Quotes in A View from the Bridge
Listen, you been givin’ me the willies the way you walk down the street, I mean it.
Katie, I promised your mother on her death-bed. I’m responsible for you. You’re a baby, you don’t understand these things.
Look, you gotta get used to it, she’s no baby no more.
There was a family lived next door to her mother, he was about sixteen—
No, he was no more than fourteen, cause I was to his confirmation in Saint Agnes. but the family had an uncle that they were hidin’ in the house, and he snitched to the Immigration.
The kid snitched?
On his own uncle!
What, was he crazy?
He was crazy after, I tell you that, boy.
Oh, it was terrible. He had five brothers and the old father. And they grabbed him in the kitchen and pulled him down the stairs—three flights his head was bouncin’ like a coconut. And they spit on him in the street, his own father and his brothers. The whole neighborhood was cryin’.
The girl is gonna be eighteen years old, it’s time already.
B., he’s taking her for a ride!
All right, that’s her ride. What’re you gonna stand over her till she’s forty?
It means you gotta be your own self more. You still think you’re a little girl, honey. but nobody else can make up your mind for you any more, you understand? You gotta give him to understand that he can’t give you orders no more.
Is there a question of law somewhere?
That’s what I want to ask you.
Because there’s nothing illegal about a girl falling in love with an immigrant.
We all love somebody, the wife, the kids—every man’s got somebody that he loves, heh? But sometimes . . . there’s too much. You know? There’s too much, and it goes where it mustn’t. A man works hard, he brings up a child, sometimes it’s a niece, sometimes even a daughter, and he never realizes it, but through the years—there is too much love for the daughter, there is too much love for the niece. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?
Do you think I am so desperate? My brother is desperate, not me. You think I would carry on my back the rest of my life a woman I didn’t love just to be an American? It’s so wonderful? You think we have no tall buildings in Italy? Electric lights? No wide streets? No flags? No automobiles? Only work we don’t have. I want to be an American so I can work, that is the only wonder here—work!
Don’t, don’t laugh at me! I’ve been here all my life. . . . Every day I saw him when he left in the morning and when he came home at night. You think it’s so easy to turn around and say to a man he’s nothin’ to you no more?
Catherine. If I take in my hands a little bird. And she grows and wishes to fly. But I will not let her out of my hands because I love her so much, is that right for me to do?
This is my last word, Eddie, take it or not, that’s your business. Morally and legally you have no rights, you cannot stop it; she is a free agent.
The law is only a word for what has a right to happen. When the law is wrong it’s because it’s unnatural, but in this case it is natural and a river will drown you if you buck it now. Let her go. And bless her.
How can you listen to him? This rat!
Don’t you call him that!
What’re you scared of? He’s a rat! He belongs in the sewer!