SHOMBERG: Shovin' his run-down factory off onto us!
RILEY [fiercely]: You never give us no deed to this plant, Mr. Gibson!
SIMPSON: They ain't a court in the land'll hold us to it!
CARTER: No, sir; and we've voted this is your factory, Mr. Gibson! We ain't responsible!
GIBSON: It is my factory and I'm going to run it! Any man of you not back at work in ten minutes on the old scale of wages will be fired!
[The members whoop with joy. FRANKEL and CARTER both try to shake hands with GIBSON at once.]
CARTER: Well, that's a relief to me. Thank you, Mr. Gibson!
FRANKEL: That takes a heap off my mind!
RILEY: God bless you, sir!
GIBSON: Never mind that! You go back to work.