(excited) "That's the spirit, Charlie!!! Advertising. That's the wave of the future! It's not just the product, it's the way you promote it.!"

(agitated) "You women think you can go around and fix the world's problems.... while your husbands go out and make a living! You're going to quit that club. And stop talking to that idiot Mrs. Middleton. She doesn't know anything. None of those women know anything!!" (erupting) "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"

(Older, somber) "I think back on those days-and I try to think-how could it have happened? I remember so clearly climbing the stairs to the studio at Alden Street. At the top of the stairs, those wide, high windows, and the slant of light, the way it hit the floor, the way the floor creaked under my feet-the smell of the place, chalky, like an old schoolroom, and all those girls. Schoolgirls, really-all bent to the task, in their plain green smocks, their delicate little hands moving so quickly. No man could work the way those girls did. So careful. So fast. Those brushes flying from the dials to the paint to the dials-to their lips. (Beat.) Try as I might, Harriet, try as I might... I cannot remember their faces. ...I never saw their faces. "