Eugene O'Neill: If you were mine, I wouldn't share you with anybody or anything. It'd be just you and me. We'd be the center of it all. I know it would feel a lot more like love than being left alone with your work.
Eugene O'Neill: Jack dreams that he can hustle the American working man, who's one dream is that he could be rich enough not to work, into a revolution led by *his* party.
Louise Bryant: Would you rather I not smoke during rehearsal?
Eugene O'Neill: I'd rather you went up in flames than crush out your cigarette during a monologue about birth.
Witness 1: [voiceover] Was that in 1913 or 17? I can't remember now. Uh, I'm, uh, beginning to forget all the people that I used to know, see?
Witness 2: [voiceover] Do I remember Louise Bryant? Why, of course, I couldn't forget her if I tried.
Emma Goldman: I think voting is the opium of the masses in this country. Every four years you deaden the pain.
Witness: [voiceover] Of course, nobody goes with the idea of dying, everybody wants to live. I don't remember his exact words, but the meaning was that grand things are ahead, worth living and worth dying for. He himself said that.
Eugene O'Neill: I'd like to kill you, but I can't. So you can do whatever you want to. Except not see me.
Eugene O'Neill: You dream that if you discuss the revolution with a man before you go to bed with him, it'll be missionary work rather than sex.
John Reed: All right, Miss Bryant, do you want an interview? Write this down. Are you naïve enough to think containing German militarism has anything to do with this war? Don't you understand that England and France own the world economy and Germany just wants a piece of it? Keep writing, Miss Bryant. Miss Bryant, can't you grasp that J. P. Morgan has loaned England and France a billion dollars? And if Germany wins, he won't get it back! More coffee? America'd be entering the war to protect J. P. Morgan's money. If he loses, we'll have a depression. So the real question is, why do we have an economy where the poor have to pay so the rich won't lose money?
John Reed: You don't get to rewrite what I write.
Louise Bryant: I'd like to see you with your pants off, Mr. Reed.
John Reed: Look, what does a capitalist do? Let me ask you that, Mike. Huh? Tell me. I mean, what does he make, besides money? I don't know what he makes. The workers do all the work, don't they? Well, what if they got organized?
John Reed: You don't get to rewrite what I write! You don't get to rewrite what I write!
Pete Van Wherry: Stubborn son-of-a-bitch. How are you gonna pay your rent?