In My Arms Again Steal My Heart Again

Wuthering Heights is a 1939 flick in which a servant in the house of Wuthering Heights tells a traveler the unfortunate tale of lovers Cathy and Heathcliff.

Directed by William Wyler. Written by Charles MacArthur and Ben Hecht, based on the novel by Emily Brontë.

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Heathcliff [edit]

• I want to crawl to her feet, whimper to exist forgiven, for loving me, for needing her more than my own life, for belonging to her more my own soul.

Dialogue [edit]

Ellen: She calls him, and he follows her out to the moor.

Lockwood: Oh, he's mad. He's like a madman. He seized me by the collar and dragged me out. You see, I had a dream. I thought I heard a phonation calling. I reached out to close the shutter and something touched me, something cold and clinging like an icy manus. And then I saw her, a woman, just then my senses must have become matted, because the falling snow shaped itself into what looked like a phantom...

Ellen: It was Cathy.

Lockwood: Who is Cathy?

Ellen: A girl who died.

Lockwood: [startled] Oh no, I don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe in phantoms sobbing through the night.

Ellen: Poor Cathy.

Lockwood: I don't believe that life comes back, one time it's died, and calls again to the living. No, I don't.

Ellen: Possibly if I told y'all a story, yous'd modify your mind about the expressionless coming back. Maybe you'd know, as I do, that at that place is a forcefulness that brings them dorsum, if their hearts were wild enough in life.

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Young Cathy: You lot're so handsome when you smile...Don't you know that you're handsome? Do you know what I've always told Ellen? That you're a prince in disguise...I said your begetter was the Emperor of Cathay. Your mother an Indian queen. And information technology's truthful Heathcliff. You lot were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England. But I'm glad they did. Considering I've always wanted to know somebody of noble nascency.

Immature Heathcliff: All the princes I ever read most had castles.

Young Cathy: Of course, they captured them. You lot must capture i also. [Cathy points up at Peniston Crag] There's a beautiful castle that lies waiting for your lance, Sir Prince.

Young Heathcliff: You mean Peniston Crag?

Immature Cathy: Yes.

Young Heathcliff: Aw, that's but a stone.

Young Cathy: If you lot tin can't see that that's a castle, you'll never exist a prince, Heathcliff. Hither, take your lance and charge. [She hands him the riding whip] See that blackness knight waiting at the drawbridge - Challenge him! Now charge... [Subsequently a make-believe struggle] Heathcliff! You killed him. You killed him. You killed the blackness knight.

Young Heathcliff: He deserved it, for all his wicked deeds.

Young Cathy: Oh it's a wonderful castle. Heathcliff, let's never leave it.

Immature Heathcliff: Never in our lives. Let all the world confess, that in that location is not in all the world a more beautiful dryad than the Princess Catherine of Yorkshire.

Young Cathy: [She curtsies downwards to serve him] But I - I'm nevertheless your slave.

Young Heathcliff: No Cathy. I at present brand yous my queen. Whatever happens out at that place, here, you will always be my queen.

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Cathy: It would be dreadful if Hindley ever found out.

Heathcliff: Found out what? Can't y'all talk to me in one case in a while?

Cathy: Shouldn't talk to you at all. Expect at you. You go worse every day. Dirty, unkempt, and in rags. Why aren't you a man? Heathcliff, why don't you run away?

Heathcliff: Run away? From you?

Cathy: You could come up back to me rich and take me away. Why aren't yous my prince like we said long ago? Why tin can't you lot rescue me Heathcliff?

Heathcliff: Cathy, come up with me at present.

Cathy: Where?

Heathcliff: Anywhere.

Cathy: And alive in haystacks and steal our nutrient from the marketplaces? No Heathcliff, that'south not what I want.

Heathcliff: You merely desire to send me off. That won't practice. I've stayed here and been beaten like a canis familiaris, abused and cursed and driven mad, merely I stayed just to be nearly yous, even as a domestic dog. And I'll stay 'til the stop. I'll live and I'll die under this rock.

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Cathy: Go on, Heathcliff. Run away. Bring me back the globe.

Heathcliff: I'grand going. I'm going from here and from this cursed country both...Simply I'll be back in this house one day, Gauge Linton, and I'll pay you out. I'll bring this house down in ruins about your heads. That's my curse on y'all. [He spits downward] On all of you.

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Cathy: Heathcliff. Is he here?

Ellen: Oh yes, he came back i night final week with great talk of lying in a lake of burn down without you lot. How he had to see you to live. He's unbearable. I wonder where he could be, the scoundrel. Heathcliff? Heathcliff?

Heathcliff: Cathy!

Cathy: Heathcliff!

Heathcliff: Why did you stay so long in that firm?

Cathy: Didn't expect to discover y'all here?

Heathcliff: Why did yous stay then long?

Cathy: Why? Considering I was having a wonderful time. A delightful, fascinating, wonderful fourth dimension. Amidst man beings. Go and launder your face up and hands Heathcliff. And comb your hair and then that I needn't be aback of you in front of a guest. [Edgar walks into the room and stands next to Cathy]

Ellen: Heathcliff! What are y'all doing in this part of the business firm? Go and look after Mr. Linton's horses.

Heathcliff: Let him await subsequently his own.

Cathy: Heathcliff! [She is restrained past Edgar]

Edgar: I've already washed so.

Cathy: Apologize to Mr. Linton at once. [Heathcliff walks out of the room without a word]

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Edgar: I simply cannot understand how your brother can let that beast of a gypsy to accept the run of the firm.

Cathy: Don't talk most him.

Edgar: Cathy, how can you lot, a gentle-adult female, tolerate him under your roof? A roadside beggar giving himself airs of equality. How can you?

Cathy: What practise you know nearly Heathcliff?

Edgar: All I need or want to know.

Cathy: He was my friend long before yous.

Edgar: That blackguard!

Cathy: Blackguard and all. He belongs under this roof and you speak well of him or get out.

Edgar: Are y'all out of your senses?

Cathy: Leave I said, or stop calling those I love names.

Edgar: 'Those you dearest?'

Cathy: Aye! Yes!

Edgar: Cathy, what possesses yous? Practice you realize the things you're proverb?

Cathy: I encounter that I hate you. I hate the wait of your milk-white confront, I detest the touch of your soft, foolish hands.

Edgar: Some of that gypsy's evil soul has gone into y'all I think.

Cathy: Yep, it'due south true!

Edgar: So that beggar'south dirt is on you?

Cathy: Yes, yeah! Now get out!

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Cathy: Forgive me, Heathcliff. Forgive me. Heathcliff. Make the world stop correct here. Make everything stop and stand up still and never move again. Make the moors never change, and y'all and I never change.

Heathcliff: The moors and I will never modify. Don't yous, Cathy.

Cathy: I can't. I can't. No matter what I e'er exercise or say Heathcliff, this is me, now, standing on this hill with yous. This is me forever. Heathcliff, when you went away, what did you do? Where did you go?

Heathcliff: I went to Liverpool. 1 dark, I shipped for America on a brigantine going to New Orleans. We were held up by the tide and I lay all dark long on the deck, thinking of you, and the years and years ahead without you. I jumped overboard and swam ashore.

Cathy: I think I'd died if you hadn't.

Heathcliff: Cathy, we're not thinking of that other world now.

Cathy: Smell the heather. Heathcliff. [She stands and holds her artillery outstretched] Fill my arms with heather. All they can hold. Come on.

Heathcliff: Cathy. You're still my queen.

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Heathcliff: You're not gonna sit all evening, simpering in front of him again, listening to his silly talk.

Cathy: Oh I'k not?

Heathcliff: No.

Cathy: Well Heathcliff I am. Information technology'south much more entertaining than listening to a stable boy.

Heathcliff: Cathy. Don't yous talk similar that.

Cathy: I volition. Become abroad. This is my room. Information technology's a ladies room. Not a room for servants with dirty hands to come into with their insulting complaints. Now let me alone.

Heathcliff: Yes. Yes. Tell the dirty stable boy to allow go of you. He soiled your pretty dress. But who soiled your heart? Not Heathcliff. Who turns yous into a vain, cheap, worldly fool? Linton does. You'll never beloved him, simply you'll let yourself exist loved because it pleases your stupid, greedy vanity. Loved by that milksop with buckles on his shoes...

Cathy: Cease it. Finish information technology and get out. You had your chance to exist something else. The people's retainer were all you were born to be, a ragamuffin in the center of the road, begging for favors, not earning them but whimpering for them with your muddy hands.

Heathcliff: That'due south all I've become to yous. A pair of muddied easily. Well, take them then. Accept them where they belong! [He strikes her across the confront with one mitt, and and then with the other] It doesn't aid to strike you.

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Ellen: Well, if Primary Edgar and his charms and coin and parties mean Heaven to you lot, what'southward to continue you from taking your place among the Linton angels?

Cathy: I don't think I belong in Heaven, Ellen. I dreamt one time that I was there. I dreamt I went to Heaven, and that Heaven didn't seem to be my home. And I broke my eye with weeping to come up back to Earth. And the angels were so angry they flung me out into the middle of the heap, on acme of Wuthering Heights. And I woke up sobbing with joy. That's information technology, Ellen. I take no more business marrying Edgar Linton than I take of being in Sky. Only Ellen, Ellen, what tin I do?

Ellen: Yous're thinking of Heathcliff.

Cathy: Who else? He's sunk and so low. He seems to take pleasure in being hateful and savage. And withal, he'south more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. And Linton'southward is as different as frost from burn...Ellen, I am Heathcliff. Everything he's suffered, I've suffered. The piffling happiness he's ever known I've had besides. Oh Ellen, if everything in the world died and Heathcliff remained, life would all the same be full for me.

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Edgar: Well, what brought nigh this amazing transformation? Did you lot, uh, discover a gold mine in the New World, or mayhap you lot fell heir to a fortune?

Heathcliff: The truth is, I remembered that my begetter was an Emperor of China and my mother was an Indian Queen. [He glances at Cathy, watching her reaction to their childhood make-believe] And I went out and claimed my inheritance. It all turns out just every bit you suspected Cathy - that I had been kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England, that I was of noble nascency.

Cathy: Are you visiting hither long? I hateful, in the village?

Heathcliff: For the rest of my life. I've just bought Wuthering Heights - the business firm, the stock, and the moors.

Edgar: You mean that Hindley has sold y'all the estate?

Heathcliff: He's not aware of it equally nevertheless. I'yard afraid information technology will be somewhat of a surprise to him when he finds out that his gambling debts and liquor bills were all paid upwards for him by his erstwhile stable male child. Or perhaps he will merely express mirth at the irony of it, Mr. Linton.

Cathy: Edgar and I have many neighbors whom nosotros receive with hospitality and friendship. And if y'all are to be one of them, you're welcome to visit our house, but not with a scowl on your face or an old bitterness in your center.

Heathcliff: Cheers. It occurs to me that I have not congratulated y'all on your marriage. I've often thought of it. Allow me to express my delight over your happiness now.

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Cathy: You're very one thousand Heathcliff, and so handsome. Looking at you tonight, I could non help but call back how things used to be.

Heathcliff: They used to be improve.

Cathy: Don't pretend life hasn't improved for you.

Heathcliff: Life has concluded for me. [A long pause] How can y'all stand here beside me and pretend not to recall? Not to know that my heart is breaking for you. That your face is the wonderful lite called-for in all this darkness.

Cathy: Heathcliff no, I preclude information technology.

Heathcliff: Do you forestall what your heart is saying to me now?

Cathy: Information technology's maxim nothing.

Heathcliff: Information technology 'tis. I tin can hear the beloved of the music. Oh Cathy, Cathy.

Cathy: I'1000 non the Cathy that was. Can you lot understand that? I'm somebody else. I'm another man's wife and he loves me. And I love him.

Heathcliff: If he loved you lot with all the power of his soul for the whole lifetime, he couldn't love you every bit much equally I practice in a single mean solar day. Not he, not the world. Not even you Cathy can come between us.

Cathy: Heathcliff, you must go away. You must exit this house and never come back to it. I never want to meet your face again or listen to your vocalization again as long as I alive.

Heathcliff: You prevarication. I did come hither tonight because you willed information technology. You willed me here to cross the body of water.

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Cathy: [most his plan to marry Isabella and fail her] Oh Heathcliff, you must not do this...she hasn't harmed you lot.

Heathcliff: Y'all have.

Cathy: And so punish me.

Heathcliff: I'yard going to. When I take her in my arms, when I kiss her, when I promise her life and happiness.

Cathy: Oh Heathcliff, if at that place'south anything human left in you, don't exercise this! Don't make me a partner to such a crime. It's stupid, it'southward mad!

Heathcliff: If you ever looked at me one time with what I know is in you, I would be your slave. Cathy, if your heart were only stronger than your deadening fear of God and the world, I would alive silently contented in your shadow. But no, you must destroy us both with that weakness you lot call virtue. Yous must go along me tormented with that cruelty y'all retrieve then pious. You've been smug and pleased with my vile dearest of you, haven't you? Haven't you? Well, later this, you can think of me as something else than Cathy'south foolish and despairing lover. You tin retrieve of me every bit Isabella's husband. And be glad for my happiness every bit I was for yours.

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Cathy: [on her deathbed] Heathcliff. Come hither.

Heathcliff: Cathy...

Cathy: I was dreaming that I wake up earlier I dice, that you might come and scowl at me once again.

Heathcliff: Cathy...

Cathy: Oh, Heathcliff. Oh how strong you lot wait. How many years do you hateful to live later I'm gone? [They passionately hug and buss each other, finally revealing their truest emotions to each other] Don't, don't let me become. If I could only hold you until we were both dead. Will y'all forget me when I'one thousand in the earth?

Heathcliff: I could every bit before long forget yous with my ain life, Cathy, if you die.

Cathy: Boy, Heathcliff. Come. Let me feel how potent y'all are.

Heathcliff: Strong enough to bring the states both back to life, Cathy, if you lot desire to live.

Cathy: No, Heathcliff, I want to dice.

Heathcliff: Oh Cathy, why did you kill yourself?

Cathy: Hold me. Just concord me.

Heathcliff: Oh, and beloved comfort you. My tears don't love you, Cathy. They blight and expletive and damn yous!

Cathy: Heathcliff, don't break my heart.

Heathcliff: Oh Cathy, I never bankrupt your heart. You broke it! Cathy! Cathy! Y'all loved me! What correct to throw beloved away for the poor fancy matter you felt for him, for a handful of worthiness. Misery and expiry and all the evils that God and man could have ever done would never accept parted us. You'd be ameliorate solitary. You wandered off similar a wanton, greedy child to break your centre and mine.

Cathy: Heathcliff, forgive me. We've so trivial fourth dimension.

Heathcliff: I won't go, Cathy. I'm hither. I'll never go out you once again.

Cathy: I told yous, Ellen. When y'all went away that dark in the rain, I told you I belonged to him, that he was my life, my existence.

Ellen: Don't heed to her ravings.

Cathy: It's true. It'south true. I'm yours, Heathcliff. I've never been anyone else'due south.

Ellen: She doesn't know what she's maxim. You lot can still become out. Go before they go hither.

Cathy: Take me to the window. Let me look at the moors with you once more. My darling, again. [Heathcliff carries her in his arms to the window] Heathcliff, can you see the Crag over there where our castle is? I'll wait for you 'til you come.

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Ellen: Oh my wild heart! Miss Cathy. She'south gone! She'southward gone!

Dr. Kenneth: Y'all've done your last black deed, Heathcliff. Go out this house.

Edgar: She's at peace now, in Sky beyond us.

Heathcliff: What do they know of Sky or Hell, Cathy, who know nothing of life? Oh, they're praying for you lot, Cathy. I'll pray 1 prayer with them - I repeat 'til my natural language stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may y'all not rest so long as I alive on! I killed you. Haunt me, then! Haunt your murderer! I know that ghosts take wandered on the Globe. Be with me ever. Accept any class, drive me mad, simply do not leave me in this dark alone where I cannot detect y'all. I cannot live without my life! I cannot dice without my soul!

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Ellen: I can still see and hear that wild hour, with poor Heathcliff trying to tear abroad the veil betwixt expiry and life, crying out to Cathy'southward soul to haunt him and torment him 'til he died.

Lockwood: You lot say that was Cathy's ghost I heard at the window?

Ellen: Not a ghost, but Cathy'due south dearest, stronger than time itself, still sobbing for its unlived days and uneaten bread.

Taglines [edit]

• A Story of Vengeful Thwarted Honey.
• A Poignant Drama Of Chastised Love ! Reckless Hate that fabricated a fighting fury of a stranger!
• I am torn by Desire... tortured by hate!
• I am Heathcliff! I dear a woman who belongs to another man!... My love was trigger-happy... my detest is called-for! I volition accept vengeance!

Bandage [edit]

• Laurence Olivier - Heathcliff
• Merle Oberon - Catherine Earnshaw Linton
• David Niven - Edgar Linton
• Flora Robson - Ellen Dean
• Geraldine Fitzgerald - Isabella Linton
• Hugh Williams - Hindley Earnshaw
• Donald Crisp - Dr. Kenneth
• Leo Grand. Carroll - Joseph
• Miles Mander - Mr. Lockwood - the stranger
• Cecil Kellaway - Earnshaw, Cathy's male parent
• Cecil Humphreys - Guess Linton
• Sarita Wooton - Cathy – every bit a Child
• King Downing - Heathcliff – as a Kid
• Douglas Scott - Hindley – as a Child
• Vernon Downing - Giles

External links [edit]

• Wuthering Heights quotes at the Internet Movie Database
• Wuthering Heights at Rotten Tomatoes
• Wuthering Heights at Filmsite.org

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