Iron Jawed Angels Page #8

We need one more state.

- Hold still, Francis.

- I want a red rose.

No, you don't.

Red is what the anti-suffragists wear.

We don't need any more stars.

I can cut as many as I want.

Ms. Paul said I could.

Come on.

What? I can't hear.

They're going in now.

Ruza says we're short one vote.

We had Turner last night.

This morning he was wearing red.

Five will get you ten

they sent a whore to his room.

We'll move to New Zealand.

Women have been voting there since 1893.

I don't want to raise sheep.

Russia's got the vote.

Long winters.

I'd rather shovel than shear.

So that's your plan, then?

Expatriate sheep farmer?

Let's hear your plan.

I'm gonna pray that God is a woman.

- Mr. Gordon.

- Nay.

- Mr. Wells.

- Nay.

- Mr. Grayson.

- Aye.

- Mr. Fleming.

- Nay.

Telegram, sir. It's from your mother.

- Mr. Turner.

- Nay.

Traitor!

Mr. Burns.

Aye.

You need to take your seats. Order!

We better go outside.

There'll be reporters here in a minute.

How's my hair?

- Red.

- Good.

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