If I can't print the truth I don't want to print anything. My dear girl, we print what we think is the truth. If it isn't, well we can't help it. Oh, I see, you're just like everybody else in this town. They don't care whether a man is innocent or guilty.
Nobody cares about anything or anybody.
Continues with thumbs in his vest. My dear Miss Fallon, I'm an editor, not a reformer. I'm gonna keep it. Alright, you keep your job and keep mine, too. You wait, you look like a waiter anyway.