Louise Bryant: What as?
John Reed: Well, it's almost Thanksgiving. You could go as a turkey.
Eugene O'Neill: You dream that if you discuss the revolution with a man before you go to bed with him, it'll be missionary work rather than sex.
Emma Goldman: I think voting is the opium of the masses in this country. Every four years you deaden the pain.
Louise Bryant: Would you rather I not smoke during rehearsal?
Eugene O'Neill: I'd rather you went up in flames than crush out your cigarette during a monologue about birth.
Eugene O'Neill: Jack dreams that he can hustle the American working man, who's one dream is that he could be rich enough not to work, into a revolution led by his party.
Eugene O'Neill: I'd like to kill you, but I can't. So you can do whatever you want to. Except not see me.
