Ned. We don't want free lances. We want workers. If you want to speak to the people aren't your week-ends and vacations good enough?
Peter. A hundred days to every week are not enough.
Ned. We sent you to Parliament to obey the Party Whips and be governed by older and wiser heads than yours.
Peter. Nelson won battles by disobeying orders. If you didn't want independence you shouldn't have chosen me.
Jones. We see that now. You'd ceased to be representative of the Midlandton working classes before we chose you for our candidate. You were a B.A. You're still less able to represent us now when you make as much in a month as your average constituent does in a year. We'll have a better man next time.
Peter. Yes. You find an ignorant, dense average specimen of the British workman without a soul above thirty shillings a week, and he'll just about represent the ideas and ambitions of the Midlandton mob.
Jones. Yes, he'll represent us better than you.
Peter. Then God help representative government! You'd better be careful. My personal popularity's your finest platform asset.
Ned. Well, it's an asset we can do without. Put it that you're too brilliant for us.
Peter. Oh, it's the old story. Genius and the Philistine. For two pins I'd resign my seat.