SIMPSON: You think we're goin' to vote all our profits away to you?
CARTER: Wait a minute! Ain't I the chairman of that—
MRS. SIMPSON: You may be chairman yet—but not long!
FRANKEL [sharply to CARTER]: You just try to rule me out once!
GIBSON: What's it all about?
MRS. SIMPSON: I'll soon enough tell anybody what it's about!
FRANKEL: You couldn't tell nothing straight!
CARTER [deprecatingly]: Now, now, this here's just one of our little side difficulties, you might say. What's the use to git huffy over it, we're gittin' along so well and all? The trouble is, some o' the men and their families ain't been used to so much prosperity and money in the house that way, all of a sudden. Of course some of 'em got to living too high and run into some debt and everything.
FRANKEL: Well, what business is that of yours? The factory ain't a Home, is it? And you ain't the Matron, are you?
CARTER: I don't claim such!