[Great approval from workmen; almost a cheer. MIFFLIN chuckles and noiselessly claps his hands.]
GIBSON: I'm the parasite!
SHOMBERG: Well, do we get any answer?
GIBSON: Does any one of you men here think he could answer all of these demands satisfactorily?
SALVATORE: Sure! [All acquiesce: "Sure, sure!"]
FRANKEL: You can't put us off any longer with just no little bunch of funny talk!
GIBSON: I'll have an answer for you in fifteen minutes. [Turns to his desk.] That's all.
SHOMBERG: Better have it before twelve o'clock.
CARTER [as they go]: Do what you kin, Mr. Gibson. All the departments is worked up pretty unusual.
GIBSON [wearily dropping back into his chair]: Oh, no, Carter; pretty usual; that's the trouble.