Emily: So it’s real. It’s all real.
Austin: Emily, what was that? You can’t do that to people.
Emily: I was hoping I was crazy, but everything I saw yesterday, everything I experienced…
Austin: What are you talking about?
Emily: Austin, I have to tell you something. I have to tell you something terrible.
Austin: What?
Emily: Sue has betrayed you with Sam. I saw them in here. I’m so sorry. Did you not hear what I said? Sue cheated on you.
Austin: I know about that already.
Emily: You do?
Austin: Yeah, I’ve known for weeks.
Emily: Oh, well, great. I guess that means you know everything then.

Dickinson Season 2 Episode 9 Quotes

Edward: I was a bit skeptical at first, but he’s made a rather compelling case. The newspaper business can only expand. Print journalism is the future.
Austin: But father, I don’t understand. I mean how could you give money to the man who published Emily’s poem? I thought you were completely opposed to that. You know he plans on publishing even more of them.
Edward: Well, I suppose times change, don’t they? And besides if I’d made a fuss about that, it might have made it more complicated to make the investment.
Austin: Oh OK, so it’s all about the money. I get it. Some much for your principles.
Edward: Don’t you speak to me like that.
Austin: You should have consulted me before making this decision.
Edward: Consult you?
Austin: Yes, I am a partner in this business with you, yet you keep making decisions entirely without me. You treat me like a child.
Edward: My dear boy, you are a child. My god, look at yourself. It’s almost noon, and you’re still in your dressing gown.
Austin: I have been too busy to get changed.
Edward: Too busy being frantic about a tea party with your friends. Just one of the many aspects of your life over which you seem to exhibit no control.

Austin: Mom, what am I going to do? All the guys are coming over, and I told them we’d have lunch or you know, at least snacks.
Mrs. Dickinson: Oh my dear boy, do not fret. I’ll help you.
Austin: Oh my god. Would you?
Mrs. Dickinson: Of course. I’ve been itching to get into that new kitchen of yours. I can’t wait to get my hands on that shiny new pastry jigger. Oh yes, I’ll throw you boys the best tea party you’ve ever had.
Edward: What’s this? Why is the boy over here in his slippers?
Mrs. Dickinson: Our son is throwing a tea party for his friends, and I’m going to help.
Edward: Can’t he take care of himself?
Mrs. Dickinson: No.