FRANKEL [suddenly, as if light had just come]: Gibson's crazy!
MIFFLIN: No, no! He saw the writing on the wall!
NORA [as if entranced, her eyes to heaven]: Isn't it wonderful—wonderful!
MIFFLIN [beaming]: But we mustn't forget that it entails responsibilities.
NORA: We mustn't forget that.
[The telephone bell rings. They all turn their heads in silence and look at it, MIFFLIN watching them, benevolently chuckling. The bell rings again.]
CARTER [blankly]: The telephone is ringin'.
MIFFLIN: Well, answer it, answer it!
SIMPSON: Who?
MIFFLIN: Why, you—any of you. It's yours—it's your telephone.