You're unbearable. Utterly unbearable.
4 seconds sound clip from the Wuthering Heights (1939)) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:18:46 in the radio play.
Quote context
[...]
- Heathcliff! Since when are you in the habit of entering my room?
- I will not. I take orders from...
- Get out!
- Well! Now that we're so happily alone, may I know to what I owe this great honor?
- Who?
- You know who I mean. That stupid fop, Linton.
- You're unbearable. Utterly unbearable.
- Why are you dressed in silk?
- Because gentlefolk dress for dinner.
- And why are you trying to win his puling flatteries?
- I'm not a child anymore! You can't talk to me that way!
- I'm not talking to a child. I'm talking to Cathy... my Cathy.
[...]