AUGUSTA. He's quixotic.
MINNIE. If that's a compliment, you're right again.
AUGUSTA. It isn't exactly a compliment.
MINNIE. I guess you mean he's queer—but you're wrong—you're wrong! He's the only man in Foxon Falls who knows what kind of a world we're going to live in from now on. Why? Because he's a scientist, because he's trained himself to think straight, because he understands people like you and people like me. He don't blame us for what we do—he knows why we do it.
(A pause.)
That's the reason I try not to blame you for being hard—you can't understand a girl like me. You can't understand George.
AUGUSTA (white). We'll leave my son out of the conversation, if you please. We were talking of Dr. Pindar. You seem to have some consideration for him, at least.
MINNIE. I'd go to the electric chair for him!
AUGUSTA. I'm not asking you to do that.
MINNIE. You want me to go away and get another place. I remember a lesson you gave us one day in Bible class, “Judge not, that you be not judged,”—that was what you talked about. But you're judging me on what you think is my record,—and you'd warn people against hiring me. If everybody was a Christian like that these days, I'd starve or go on the street.