"Why ya cryin', Ace?"
"I can't g-get a good s-story."
"Sure ya can."
"No, I-I can't-t... They g-gave me another-r flower s-show."
"those stuck up-"
"I know..."
"What's this one?"
"Back at Medda's. There's a juggling cat."
"That sounds nice."
"Jack!"
"Sorry... anyways, glad it's at Medda's."
"Yes I am too."
"But ya boss..."
"What about them?"
"They can't do that to ya."
"They can and they do."
"Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"What do you mean?"
"What are ya gonna do?"
"Nothing, I guess."
"No! Ya gotta do somethin'."
"What?"
"Write that story, then write another one, but about somethin' else."
"like what?"
"Somethin' you'se is passionate about."
"Like suffrage?"
"Wha-?"
"Women's rights!"
"oh... I knew that."
"Of course you did."
"Yep..."
"I don't know, Jack..."
"Ya don't know?"
"About this."
"This idea."
"Why ya not sure?"
"Because the odds are stacked against me."
"The odds were stacked against us. But we won."
"But you had hundreds of boys."
"And ya have every last one of em on your side. They is ya friends."
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you believe I can?"
"Can what?"
"Write a good story."
"course ya can. Ya my Ace."
"Thanks."
"It's true."
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"for sure?
"for sure."