Shining Time Station1989

Stacy Jones:
Uh, [clears throat] sir - Mr. Hume... I think I *will* tell you a story.

Hobart Hume:
Ah, wonderful.

Stacy Jones:
Yes, it's about a station-manager, and a club. Once upon a time, there was a person who ran a train-station on the Indian Valley Railroad.

Hobart Hume:
What a coincidence.

Stacy Jones:
Yes. And this station was one of the most important places in town, and everybody knew and loved this station-manager. Well, there can't be all work and no play, so this person decided to join the local business-and-social club. However, the members of this club would not let this station-manager join. And why? Because this person was a woman. And the name of the club was the Nickelaire Club, Mr. Hume. And that person was my grandmother, Gracie Jones.

Hobart Hume:
A heartbreaking story, but I'm afraid that was before my time.

Stacy Jones:
Well, have it might have been before *your* time, Mr. Hobart Hume III, but you are exactly like your grandfather Hobart Hume I, the founder and the president of the Nickelaire Club. You walk into this busy train-station and you expect everybody to just stop what they're doing and entertain you? Well, that's insensitive and insulting. And you know what the sad thing is, Mr. Hume? You don't have to be this way. You weren't born prejudiced; it's something that you learned from someone like your grandfather. And I feel sorry for you because of all the wonderful people you'll never get to know because you think that you're superior to everyone else. Well, you're welcome to use this train-station if you have a train to catch, Mr. Hume. But I would like you to conduct your business for your club elsewhere.