Our Town

Stage Manager:
The day's running down like a tired clock.

Emily:
My, isn't the moonlight terrible?

Mr. Webb:
A man looks pretty small at a wedding, George. All those good women standing shoulder to shoulder making sure the knot's tied in a mighty public way.

Mrs. Soames:
Don't know when I've seen such a lovely wedding. But I always cry. Don't know why it is, but I always cry. I just like to see young people happy, don't you? Oh, I think it's lovely.

Mrs. Soames:
What did she die of, Julia?

Mrs. Gibbs:
In childbirth.

Mrs. Soames:
Childbirth. I'd forgotten all about that. My, wasn't life awful--and wonderful.

Emily:
Oh, Mother Gibbs, I never realized before how troubled and how... how in the dark live persons are. Look at him. I loved him so. From morning till night, that's all they are--troubled.

Emily:
Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?--every, every minute?

Stage Manager:
No. Saints and poets, maybe--they do some.

George Gibbs:
Emily, if I do change, and make a big improvement... could you be- I mean, would you be-?

Emily Webb:
I already am, George. I always have been.

George Gibbs:
So, I guess this is a pretty important talk we've been having!