she's a tramp from newark.
miss farmer, for me this is not a play: it's an assault.  a seduction.  a plea for understanding. i think we live in a time when new art works should shoot bullets.  and you make very attractive ammunition.
'golden boy.'
you see that girl?
that's who my play is about.
i know, but i'm not seeing it. it's there, frances, the fire is there, but it's not coming through. you're lazy --
yes, you win them, you bring them into your heart, touch them, but you don't set them on fire!
i need an incendiary! an arsonist!
good. then it's very simple. you have to stop being afraid, frances. it's in you.
i can see it. you just have to let it out. trust it. no one will quash you here, but it's still a fight, a struggle! being true to your art, being honest, is always a struggle!
how'd it go?
your big speech?
i already have.
the speech? real good.
you got it.