Hiram: I want to come home. Hermione: You don’t live here anymore. Just … stop. Veronica and I are finally free of you. Hiram: Is that what freedom looks like? Playing hostess at a teenager’s gin joint. [Hiram takes off his shirt] Hiram: Let me back in. You won’t have to work another day ever again. You’ll be my wife again. Hermione: Over my dead body. Hiram: That can be arranged. [Hermione slaps Hiram] Hiram: Was that foreplay or punishment?
I have stood alongside the greatest women of our generation. Still, today, we select our leaders first by eliminating women and minorities and those with too little education. Changing this will take a very long time. After all, we are dealing with ten thousand years of patriarchy and racism. But we must continue to move forward in waves. What will keep us going is the revelation of what we can be. What the people around us can be, without the crippling walls and prisons into which we have been forced. We are just beginning to discover each of us, who we can be. And no matter how long this revolution may take, there can be no turning back.