Darla: Do you even know what I am?
The Master: A woman of some property. No husband. No inheritance. Yes, I know what you are.
Darla: I'm a whore.
The Master: Well, yes, that too. You should have asked for a priest long ago, child. Your life may have been the better for it.
Darla: And you should have paid me a visit before today, Father. Your life may have been more interesting because of it.