"Get it on the spoon, goddam you!" from Nick.
So I did.
After that, we sat around for twenty minutes. Fred looked at the furnace once or twice, and changed the gas. Several gathered in front of Seven—Jock, Dick, the melter, Fred, and Nick.
"Do you know what my next job's going to be?" said Fred.
The others looked up.
"In a bank."
"Nine to five," said Dick. "Huh! gentlemen's hours."
"Saturday afternoons, and Sundays," said Fred.
The other faces glowed and said nothing.
"This wouldn't be so bad if there were Sundays," said Fred.