David Copperfield

David Copperfield: That is what he is, this fellow; a calculating, cold blooded, fortune hunter, without honour, scruple, or mercy. Mr. Edward Murdstone: Be silent! David Copperfield: I have been silent too long! I will be silent no more! Miss Jane Murdstone: Edward... come away Mr. Edward Murdstone: Hold your tounge! David Copperfield: He bullied, and harried my poor, weak mother into her grave! Mr. Edward Murdstone: Yes, she was weak. But it was not I who preyed upon her weakness, it was her own SON, who drained her of the strenght she needed with his wild behaviour and importunate demands! David Copperfield: You killed her, as deliberately, and as pitilessly, as if you had thrust a knife into her heart! Mr. Edward Murdstone: Repeat that in england, sir! Repeat that in a place, where you can not evade the laws of slander! David Copperfield: I'll do better than that; I'll write it!