Will (in a voice of despair). That it's all wrong! That I don't know how to write a play. That I've got to do it all over!
Peggy. I never said that, Will. But I told you that you couldn't put an audience through all those harrowing adventures, and then pile an unhappy ending on top. You simply can't get away with such a proposition.
Will. But surely, I can't have this play end happily!
Peggy. Where's the law to prevent you?
Will. The law of truth prevents me.
Peggy. What do you mean? Couldn't Dad forgive Jack?
Will. No!
Peggy. Why not?
Will. Because Dad hasn't forgiven me.
Peggy. But Will, there are plenty of other Dads—and they aren't all so heartless. You'll simply have to choose another father for this play. You can't write for your own satisfaction—you've got to think about the box-office.