FRANKEL: What do they know?
SALVATORE: They know you're drawing down on them shares about five or six times the wages you pay 'em. What I claim is that extra money he makes ought to be divided amongst us.
[Emphatic approval from CARTER, SIMPSON, and RILEY. "Yes sir! You bet! That's what!"]
FRANKEL: Just try it once!
SIMPSON: Them men ain't workin' for you, they're workin' for us. Ain't we the original owners?
FRANKEL: Y-a-a-a-h!
RILEY [pounding the table]: That's the stuff! We're the original owners! Any money made on them wops' wages is ours. We'll tend to business with them!
[The noise outside has increased deafeningly; there is a loud hammering on the door, which is now flung open, and POLENSKI in patched overalls, a wrench in his hand, enters fiercely, slamming the door behind him. He begins an oration at the door.]
POLENSKI: Don't we git a hearing? We got to take direct action in this rotten factory before we even get a word in. [Shouts from the committee: "Get out of here, you wop!" "You ain't got no business here!" "This a committee meeting!"] Committee meeting, my nose! [Shakes his fist at FRANKEL.] Do you know what you're up against? You're up against the arm of labour! You monkey with labour a little more the way you have, and you'll be glad if it's only a little nitroglycerin that gits you. Hired us for two and a half, did you?
FRANKEL: My goodness, I rose you to three this morning!