Anna Christie:
Say, *his* bringing me up... Is that what he tells people? Well, I sure like his nerve. Why, he let them cousins keep me on the farm and work me to death like a dog.
Marthy Owens:
[chuckles]
Well, you didn't fall for that farm life, did ya'?
Anna Christie:
I should say not. I had to slave for all of them. It was all right 'til my mother died. But I was only a "poor relation," you know? And they treated me worse than they dare treat a hired girl. Oh, what a life on that farm out in Minnesota, with them Swedes, woman-hungry. One night I was alone in the house, and one of his sons came back... After that I hated them so, I'd kill them all if I stayed. So I ran away - St. Paul...
Anna Christie:
That's all men's fault, giving you the wrong start!
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