Jerry
You want to live on Fifth Avenue!
Benfield
And then you'd find something to kick about!
Umanski
If I don't like other mans will. Other mans take my job. I got little girl twenty years old. Awful nice little girl. Got gold hair. Got blue eyes. Her take sick. She sorry she's sick. She wanna go church. She ask me: "Pop, buy me new dress for church. Buy me pretty pink dress." Where I get him? We hire doctor once, and he say: "Air—sunshine—milk—eggs!" Where I get air—sunshine—milk—eggs? Got no job. My little girl, she cough, and cough, and one night she die. I tell you we got right to quit! We got right to hang together! We got right to fight—to live—and, by God, we gonna fight—we gonna live—we gonna—BY GOD!
[The music stops. In the same short instant, there is a patter of applause; more music—lively this time—and, bursting into the room from L., Dilly runs into Umanski. She has gold hair; she has blue eyes; and what is more, she has a new dress. It is a "pretty pink dress," too, and its owner wears jewels worth the ransom of a dozen Umanskis.]
Dilly
[As she enters]: Now, look here, Jerry; you're not going to—Oh! I'm sorry! [Umanski looks at her; then covers his face, and, with a great sob, drops into a chair R. C. Stedtman puts his arm about the man's shoulders. Goodkind, C., stares at him sympathetically.]
Jerry