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Dr. van Straaten: Well, if I am a puppet and Mr. Craig's pulling the strings, the least he can do is to tell me a little bit more about the part he's giving me to play.
Walter Craig: I wish it were as easy as that. But trying to remember a dream is like, how shall I put it, being out at night in a thunder-storm. There's a flash of lightning and, for one brief moment, everything stands out: vivid and startling.
Dr. van Straaten: And what have the lightning flashes illuminated so far?
Walter Craig: One thing is very vivid and very horrible. I hit Sally savagely, viciously.
Sally O'Hara: Oh, no you won't! I shall stick close to Mr. Grainger. He's bigger than you.
Walter Craig: Well, anyway, it isn't consistent. I shan't have a chance to, 'cause you leave here quite soon, quite suddenly.
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[Sally's mother has shown up to drag her away to a party for her godfather Edwin]
Sally O'Hara: But, Mother, I can't! You see, this is Mr. Craig, and I'm one of the characters in his dream!
Mrs O'Hara: [shakes his hand briskly] Oh, how do you do? Such fun, charades! So, you do understand, don't you, and poor Edwin's so terribly sensitive. Now, come along!
Sally O'Hara: Mummy, you mustn't! You see, Mr. Craig's going to hit me - savagely!
Mrs O'Hara: Oh, well, I'm sure he can hit somebody else instead. Now, come along, dear!
Michael Redgrave
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