Dickinson
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Austin: Can I ask you something?
Sue: Is it whether I want this horse? The answer is yes.
Austin: No, it’s something I’ve been meaning to bring up for a while now. I made you a promise, and I want to honor that promise, but every day gets harder for me.
Sue: Austin, what do you mean?
Austin: I was wondering if you’d ever be willing to try for a baby.
Sue: You swore you didn’t marry me for that reason.
Austin: And I didn’t, but Sue, I feel like something is missing from my life. wouldn’t it be nice to have something to take care of?
Sue: Why don’t you take care of me and buy me a new horse?
Ship: Hey man, don’t steal my girl.
Native American: You stole my land.
Edward: Your Uncle Martin is dead.
Austin: Oh, oh, oh, that sucks.
Edward: No, that’s very good for us.
Austin: Oh, OK, good.
Edward: I have been appointed executor of his estate.
Austin: Uh-huh.
Edward: Which means through various loopholes, all strictly above board of course. That we may now have a new cashflow to aid in reducing our debt.
Austin: OK.
Edward: With one minor caveat, of course, which may mean a little extra work for us. The adoption into our home of one or two assets of the deceased.
Mrs. Dickinson: You can take the night off.
Maggie: Well, thank you, madam. It’s so nice of you to notice me back troubles.
Mrs. Dickinson: I didn’t. Today is the Amherst cattle show, which means tonight is a special night for me and Edward.
Maggie: I beg your pardon.
Mrs. Dickinson: You see every year on the night of the cattle show, Edward and I have a date.
Maggie: All right then.
Mrs. Dickinson: The cattle shows gets him very excited.
Maggie: I’ve heard enough, ma’am.
Mrs. Dickinson: Once a year, like clockwork.
Maggie: Please no more details.
Sue: Emily, this could be the man to put you in the spotlight.
Emily: You mean publish my poems?
Sue: Yes, Emily, it’s time. You need to share your writing with the world.
Emily: You know I can’t publish. My father won’t approve.
Sue: Don’t give me that old excuse. You’re an adult now. You have to make your own choices. You can’t let your father stand in the way.
Emily: I’m not. I can’t.
Sue: You can. Your poems are works of genius. You owe them to the world to let them be seen.
Emily: I don’t need the world to see them. I only need you.
Sue: Well, I can’t be your only reader anymore. It’s not enough. You need more, and that’s why I’ve invited this man tonight. This man who is going to fall in love with your poems.
Emily: I’m not here for the party. I’m here for you. As long as I can still see, I want to look at you.
Sue: Well, I am hosting.
Emily: You’re always hosting. You spread yourself so thin. Come on, I’ve been waiting all day, all week. I need to know. What did you think of my poems? Tell me.
Sue: I loved them.
Emily: You did? Oh thank god, thank god.
Sue: I always love your poems, but these new ones, they were… went beyond.
Emily: Say more, please.
Sue: Reading them, it’s like… it’s like my heart almost explodes.
Emily: Oh Sue, that’s what I want. That’s what I want you to feel.
Sue: Yeah, sometimes it can almost be too much. It can be so painful.
Emily: What do you mean?
Sue: It’s just that your poems, they make me feel things I don’t want to feel.
Emily: Like what?
Sue: Like when I lost the baby.
Emily: Oh Sue.
Sue: It was stupid to call it a baby.
Emily: It’s not.
Sue: It wasn’t a baby yet, but it was a thing. Then it was gone.
Edward: You really are a poet. You write all the time these days. Well, what do you with all these poems? You never show them to me.
Emily: I couldn’t show them to you.
Edward: Why not?
Emily: You wouldn’t understand them.
Edward: Oh, well, you’re probably right. I just hope you find someone who can understand them.
Emily: Well, don’t worry. I have someone. I do.
