Emily: I think I’ve fallen in love.
Mrs. Dickinson: In love?
Emily: I’ve been completely overtaken by someone, infected, just diseased by him. I don’t know what else it could be, mom. I think I’ve fallen in love.
Mrs. Dickinson: Who is this person? Who is this person?
Emily: Doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t approve.
Mrs. Dickinson: Well, whoever this person is, he shouldn’t be making you feel like this. Someone who loves you, someone worthy of you, shouldn’t make you feel sick. That’s not what love is. Look, I know my marriage to your father isn’t perfect, not be any stretch, but even when he makes me so angry that I could, I don’t know, undust his study, I know he wants what’s best for me. I know he’d sit by my bedside if I needed him, taking care of me. can you say that about this person? OK, look, I know I’ve always been very hard on you about marriage, but you don’t deserve to feel unwell. I didn’t carry you into this world for that. I didn’t.
Emily: Mom? Nothing about this place has made me feel better except for what you just said. I feel almost healed for now.
Mrs. Dickinson: Well, I suppose for now is the best that we can do.
Emily: Listen, I know we ended things badly, and uh, maybe I never said this properly, but thank you for believing in me.
George: I always will.
Jane: It’s funny the stuff I worried about last year.
Austin: I know. We were kids then; now we’re in our mid-20s.
Jane: Writing my will.
Austin: Heavy shit.
Jane: Adulting is hard.
Lavinia: Tell me what’s going on.
Emily: Nothing, nothing is going on. No, nothing other than a man ruining my life.
Lavinia: Shut up.
Emily: Yeah, it sucks.
Lavinia: I thought you were above stuff like that.
Emily: What made you think that?
Lavinia: Come on. Emily, you’ve always been completely independent. You turned down marriage proposals and, I mean, that’s so brave.
Emily: You know, sometimes I wish I had said yes to those marriage proposals. Maybe if was married with a baby, life would be simpler.
Lavinia: That is the craziest shit I’ve ever heard you say. We need this water cure to heal you because your aura is negative right now, and I need you to be positive. I need you to be strong. Emily?
Lavinia: You’re my hero.
Edward: This is ridiculous. You’re going to spend even more money on some experimental voodoo after we wasted a fortune on that silly opera.
Mrs. Dickinson: Emily is sick. She can barely get out of bed. What if she has the measles? Or worse, spiritual measles?
Edward: What the hell is that?
Mrs. Dickinson: I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out.
Look, I know it’s romantic to have your poem get published, especially when you’ve had to wait for so long. But you have to remember, Emily, the romance, it’s between you and yourself.Sam
Sue: Sam, thank you so much for your help with the tickets. We’re thrilled to be up in that box.
Mrs. Dickinson: Wait a minute, where are we sitting?
Edward: Orchestra, back row.
Mrs. Dickinson: Why didn’t you get us a box?
Edward: Yes, first you stick me in a hole. Now you try to put me in a box.
Austin: God, I miss the old gang. Maybe, I should organize a reunion. Those were the days, man. We used to have so much good times.
Sue: You still have good times, don’t you?
Lavinia: La Traviata, it means ‘The Fallen One.’
Ship: Yeah, I knew that.
Lavinia: You did?
Ship: I studied Italian in college, OK.
Lavinia: Yeah, but you dropped out.
Ship: OK, whatever.
Lavinia: You know, people’s reactions to opera the first time they see it is very dramatic. They either love it or hate it. If they love it, they will always love. If they don’t, they may learn to appreciate it, but it will never become part of their soul.
Ship: Cool, I gotta take a piss.
Emily: So many of my dreams have come true since I met you.
Emily: Sam, I just have to thank you.
Sam: Oh, don’t mention it. It’s nothing. I didn’t even pay for this box.
Emily: Oh no, not for that. Not just for that. I mean for all of it…
Sam: Emily, please.
Emily: For what you’ve given me.
Sam: Please, it’s nothing.
Emily: It’s everything. You changed my life. Before I met you I was nobody. Now, now my poem will be published.
Sam: Emily, we have a problem.
Emily: We do?
Sam: Yeah, you wrote a letter to Mary.
Emily: Yes, I did.
Sam: Yeah, that wasn’t a good move.
Emily: But, I… what do you mean?
Sam: You wrote a letter to Mary, and it made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Both of us, I should say, it made both of us uncomfortable. Your letter upset Mary so much. That’s the reason she’s not here tonight. She refused to come because your letter made her feel so violated.
Emily: I don’t understand.
Sam: You wrote the craziest shit in that letter. You said I was like the sun, like you’re cold whenever I’m not there, like every time I leave Amherst, winter sets in. Why would you write something like that?
Emily: Because it’s how I feel.
Sam: About a married man to his wife?
Emily: I didn’t mean to upset her. I was only trying to express my gratitude.
Sam: Well, listen, you went a little too far this time.
Emily: I’m sorry. Sometimes when I write I lose control.
Sam: I know. It’s part of what makes you a great writer, but you have to be aware off all the rumors.
Emily: What rumors?
Sam: Come on, you’ve heard them. Every time I choose to support a female voice, all the gossipers on the East Coast think I have ulterior motives. And Mary, she hears these whispers, and they upset her. They hurt her. Even though she knows in her soul I am always faithful to her. Now, I’ve tried to make myself absolutely clear: This interest that I’ve taken in you, it is purely professional. You do understand that, don’t you?
Sue: Are you going to fetch the carriage?
Austin: No, I’m going to go meet Fraiser. He told me to find him after the show for a drink.
Sue: So, what you’re leaving me here?
Austin: You can take the carriage back to the hotel.
Austin: Or with whoever you want.