It was you who betrayed me. I didn't betray you! I simply put a stop to you! Oh, I see....

Jean Brodie: It was you who betrayed me. Sandy: I didn't betray you! I simply put a stop to you! Jean Brodie: Oh, I see. Sandy: No, you don't see. You don't see that you're not good for people. Jean Brodie: In what way? In what way, Sandy, was I not good for you? Sandy: You are dangerous and unwholesome, and children should not be exposed to you! Jean Brodie: How can you think it? How can you think that I would harm you? Sandy: But you have! You have harmed me! Jean Brodie: How? Sandy: You have murdered Mary! Jean Brodie: You have assassinated me! Sandy: Oh, why must you always strike attitudes? You really are a ridiculous woman. [pause] Sandy: What will you do... now? Jean Brodie: Do? I don't know. But I am a descendant, do not forget, of Willie Brodie. He was a man of substance. A cabinetmaker and a designer of gibbets... a member of the town council of Edinburgh... the keeper of two mistresses who bore him five children between them. Blood tells. He played much dice and fighting cocks. Eventually, he was a wanted man for having robbed the excise office. Not that he needed the money. He was a burglar for the sake of the danger. He died cheerfully on a gibbet of his own devising. That is the stuff I am made of. Sandy: I knew you would rise like a phoenix. I'm glad I shall not have to worry about you. Jean Brodie: No, I expect that is to be your gift, Sandy: to kill without concern. It is you who are dangerous. You see yourself as a conqueror, don't you, Sandy? Kaiserian in all his beauty rare. Sandy: But you profess to be a great admirer of conquerors. Goodbye, Miss Brodie. [Sandy turns and leaves the room. Miss Brodie stands quietly a few moments, then follows Sandy out to the landing] Jean Brodie: Assassin! [Sandy ignores her and continues to walk away] Jean Brodie: ASSASSIN!