If there was a temperature at which drama boiled, they were all sitting in hot water.
Ninety Degrees: A Precursor to Small CirclesCan we have breakfast now? No matter how sweet it is, a man can’t live on pussy alone.
A White Hot Christmas: NovellaBrick Pollitt: People like doing what they used to do, after they've stopped being able to do it.
Cat on a Hot Tin RoofMargaret "Maggie" Pollitt: [to Mae] Not only will I spit on you, I'll claw your eyes out.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof