SHOMBERG: Aw, I didn't mean anything serious like that. [Puts down the paper weight.] But I'll get the money.
SALVATORE: You'll need it—to pay your share what we owe!
MRS. SIMPSON: I'd like to see 'em get one cent out of me!
CARTER: It ain't just us here of course; they's a hundred and seventy men outside the debt belongs to as well as us. The whole factory's got to pay it.
SIMPSON: Great gosh! Do you think we can go out there, when they're expectin' a month's pay, and tell 'em they're gettin' only a seventeen-thousand-dollar debt?
FRANKEL: And me, me, me! Look at me! Do you think I can go out and tell them thirty-five bloodhounds I ain't got no money to even pay their wages?
RILEY [vehemently]: What's more, you owe thirty-five shares of that debt, Frankel!
ALL [with vindictive satisfaction]: That's it! Sure he does! He owes thirty-five shares of the debt! That's right!
FRANKEL: What?
RILEY: You owe thirty-five shares of the seventeen-thousand debt.