CUSINS. What! no capital! Is my mastery of Greek no capital? Is my access to the subtlest thought, the loftiest poetry yet attained by humanity, no capital? my character! my intellect! my life! my career! what Barbara calls my soul! are these no capital? Say another word; and I double my salary.
UNDERSHAFT. Be reasonable—
CUSINS [peremptorily] Mr Undershaft: you have my terms. Take them or leave them.
UNDERSHAFT [recovering himself] Very well. I note your terms; and I offer you half.
CUSINS [disgusted] Half!
UNDERSHAFT [firmly] Half.
CUSINS. You call yourself a gentleman; and you offer me half!!
UNDERSHAFT. I do not call myself a gentleman; but I offer you half.
CUSINS. This to your future partner! your successor! your son-in-law!
BARBARA. You are selling your own soul, Dolly, not mine. Leave me out of the bargain, please.