SALVATORE [fiercely]: We? How do you git in this? Where do you git this we stuff?
FRANKEL: Yes; what you mean—we?
SALVATORE: You ain't goin' to edge in here. Your kind's done that other places. Some soft-handed guy that never done a day's work in his life but write and make speeches, works in and gits workingmen to elect him at the top and then runs 'em just the same as any capitalist.
MIFFLIN [mildly protesting]: Oh, but you mustn't—
SALVATORE [sullenly]: That's all right; I read the news from Russia!
MIFFLIN [firmly beaming]: But I was upholding your contention for an equal distribution.
SALVATORE [much surprised and mollified]: Oh, that's all right then; I didn't git you!
MIFFLIN: Right comrade! I'm always for the under dog.
SHOMBERG: Call him an under dog! He's a loafer and don't know a trade!
RILEY: He was gettin' three and a half a day, and now he draws what I do!