Clara: The Light in the Piazza - Scene

Darling, listen to this. Please stop that, that's illegal. "The Triumphal Arch of Septimius was erected in A.D. 203 in honor of the Roman emperor, recently victorious over the Parthians—“ Please, Clara, I asked you to stop. Just imagine what that must have been like, a gold colored chariot with the sunlight hitting it, right up there, casting shadows and riding off into the sky with six horses? Clara? Are you listening to me at all? I thought you'd be interested in all the things your father and I did when we were here. I thought this was going to be you and me…

All right, let’s go back to the hotel.

No. I don’t want to go back to the hotel.

What do you want to do?

No. I don’t want to do what you want me to do.

Well, darling, that’s too bad—

Always.

That's only because you don't always know how to take care of yourself.

But I do.

You don't know what you need and I'm sorry to have to say it.

You're not. You're not sorry at all. Look at you, you're happy.

Stop this now, how could you even think that?

Because you are! You're happy to be the one who knows everything I need and has the final word. It's clear.

I am not!

I don’t care what you are, honestly, mother.

You cannot marry Fabrizio, and you won’t say another word.

Stop me.

All right now, Clara.

You ignore what I say, what I want. You make things up the way you want them. You lie about things.

I do not.

Yes! To everyone! How we all love one another. Daddy doesn’t love you! Look in his eyes for once. Look at yourself in the mirror!