GIBSON: That's fair?
NORA: You'll let us starve because you haven't the courage to come to the right solution! Don't you mind starving us?
GIBSON: You mean you'd starve if I quit.
NORA [vehemently]: No; but because you'd close the factory.
GIBSON: Oh, the factory could run if I quit, could it?
NORA: That's the capitalist! They think it's capital that runs the factories!
GIBSON: And I'm the capital, am I?
NORA: What in the world else? [Touches the piano.] You think you produce this wealth because you've got your money in it? You pass out a pittance to those who do produce it, and when they ask for more than a pittance you take their tools away from them! If they rebel you set the police on them. That's capital—and that's you, Mr. Gibson!
GIBSON: Nora, you told me not to speak to you as a woman.
NORA: I mean it!