Amelia Davenport: So, what's your excuse - corruption, cowardice or just plain idiocy?
Burt Babbage: And hello to you, little lady.
Amelia Davenport: Why are you suppressing news of the farmers' revolt?
Burt Babbage: I simply print the news that's worthy to print.
DL Sullivan: Amelia, please! Mr Babbage...
Burt Babbage: Does your husband know you're here?
Amelia Davenport: Why, do you need him to protect you from me?
Burt Babbage: Hardly.
Amelia Davenport: You have a responsibility to tell the truth...
Burt Babbage: I have a responsibility to sell papers, dear. The farmers' plight is just... sad. It's difficult enough for people to live through an actual depression without being subjected to its printed equivalent.
Amelia Davenport: I grew up around men like you. You have your nice suit and your expensive desk... and six months after you're dead no one will ever remember you lived. I look forward to forgetting you.