- Polly McNamara: [Jonathan has raised a bumper crop of grain] Farmer Garrett.
- [chuckles]
- Polly McNamara: I never thought I'd see the day. Mary was right to put her faith in you, Jonathan.
- Mary Mulvane: Please say what you've got to say, and leave.
- Jonas Pike: What I have to say is very much in your interest, if you like. And the baby. You know I've made an offer for your husband's wheat crop?
- Mary Mulvane: I do.
- Jonas Pike: You know the full extent of that offer? Are you aware of the *advantages* it offers you both? And of course the baby.
- Mary Mulvane: I have.
- Jonas Pike: And are you aware of the *consequences* should he refuse that offer?
- Mary Mulvane: Yes, I think so.
- Jonas Pike: [smiles] Ah, good.
- [goes over to the fireplace]
- Jonas Pike: Just so you realize that it's you and the little one that will be affected should your husband choose to be stubborn about it.
- Mary Mulvane: Is that all?
- [opens the door for him]
- Jonas Pike: [he's lit his pipe, now stands up] Yes. So. He won't get it in without our help.
- [as he walks out]
- Jonas Pike: You do realize that, don't you?
- [stokes his pipe]
- Jonas Pike: We're neighbors, Mrs. Garrett. It's only right and proper that neighbors should help each other. And I can help you, believe me.
- Mary Mulvane: We're only neighbors because you and Greville swindled poor Sam Fitchett out of his farm. You're not going to do that to us.
- Jonas Pike: Neighbors, Mrs. Garrett. Close.
- [drops a flame onto some loose twigs]
- Jonas Pike: A lot of things could happen to that crop before harvest, hot weather like this.
- [Mary stares at the flame, aghast]
- Jonas Pike: I shouldn't wait too long, if I was you.
- [stomps out the flame underneath his boot]
- Mary Mulvane: What do we want with six gallons of rum?
- Jonas Pike: Oh, please yourself. Do what you like with them.
- Mary Mulvane: You know what I'd like to do? I'd like to take those cursed kegs and smash them over Jonas Pike's head!