KATE. Well, for my part, I'm through with boys! I wish they were all—all extinct.
SUSAN, (rapping on table with her umbrella) Ladies! Fellow females! I have heard what you said. Your wrongs are enormous, but what does man live for but to oppress us? We are down-trod, down-trod by man, that worm that like a roaring lion seeks to cast dust in our eyes with his soaring wings while he rends our heart with his cruel beak! Shall we, ladies, be slaves to a worm?
PAULINE. No, mam. (curtseys)
SUSAN. No! You wish the men were extinct. We will extinguish them. Why waste your lives here doing plain and fancy sewing—
PAULINE. And scrubbin'—
SUSAN. When woman was meant to occupy the noblest spheres? Wives? Faugh! Housewives? Faugh! Let us take the work of the men, and do it! Follow the bright banner of Susan Jane Jones, the Militant Suffragette, and drive the men into the sea! I have heard the story of your wrongs—
KATE. Well, I do think Henry was just too mean for anything.
SUSAN. Sewing! Scrubbing! Have you women never wished to do the work of men?
KATE. Yes, I have. I always wanted to be a doctor, but my father wouldn't hear of it.
GRACE. What kind of a doctor, Kate?