The Ballad of Little Jo

P.D. Smith, Ruby City Mortician:
Mr. Badger!

Frank Badger:
Yeah, what? What the matter?

P.D. Smith, Ruby City Mortician:
It's about Little Jo!

Frank Badger:
Well, speak up, man! What about him!

P.D. Smith, Ruby City Mortician:
He was a woman!

Frank Badger:
Do you think he's going to make it?

Ruth Badger:
Well, he's got one foot on the other side.

Little Jo Monaghan:
Why can't we live as we are?

Frank Badger:
Little Jo, you are the unfriendliest fella I ever met, and frankly quite pecular.

Shopkeeper:
It's against the law to dress improper to your own sex.

Little Jo Monaghan:
Yes, ma'am.

Tinman Wong:
What kind of girl could you be somewhere else? What man would want you?. You don't have hair, half your face is destroyed with that ugly scar, you can't even make a pie.

Tinman Wong:
Who is this society?

Little Jo Monaghan:
Me. Can you imagine?

Tinman Wong:
I like you much better as your are.

Little Jo Monaghan:
Why?

Tinman Wong:
This white girl would never do this to me.