P. T. Barnum: I am putting together a show and I need a star.
Charles Stratton: You want people to laugh at me.
P. T. Barnum: Well, they’re laughing anyway, kid, so might as well get paid. (Charles leaves the room) I see a soldier, no, a general riding across the stage with a sword and a gun, and… and… and the most beautiful uniform ever made. People will come from all over the world, and when they see him, they won’t laugh. (Charles opens the door) They’ll salute.
