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:
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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.
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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.
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