FRANKEL: I s'pose you're going to come to the meetin', Mrs. Simpson?
MRS. SIMPSON: Ain't my place where my husband is?
FRANKEL: Well, you don't git no vote!
MRS. SIMPSON: There's goin' to be a motion introduced for the wives to vote.
FRANKEL: Watch it pass! Good-bye, Mr. Gibson!
[GIBSON nods. FRANKEL goes away with SHOMBERG.]
SIMPSON: Good-bye, Mr. Gibson! All this don't amount to much. It'll all be settled to-morrow.
MRS. SIMPSON: Good-bye, Mr. Gibson! [And as they go out the gate]: You bet your life it'll be settled! If that wall-eyed runt thinks he can walk over me—
CARTER [looking after them, laughing]: Well, she's an awful interfering woman! And she ain't the only one. If they'd all stay home like my wife things would be smoother, I guess. Still, they're smooth enough. [Going]: If you want to see that, Mr. Gibson, we'll be glad to have you look in at the meeting. You're always welcome at the factory and it'd be a treat to you to see how things work out. It's at eleven o'clock if you'd like to come.
GIBSON: Thanks, Carter.