MATTHEW. No. Your business is to make slaves of us here.
GUY. I'll tell you something, Mr. Butterworth. It's this, and it's from a book you know. "Where there is no vision, the people perish."
MATTHEW. I don't know about the vision, but I'm sure about the perishing. And I know where we'll go when we've finished perishing. When one of us gets up to the Golden Gate, Peter 'ull ask him what he was and he'll say a weaver, and Peter 'ull ask him no more questions. He'll just open the gate quick and say, "Poor devil, get into heaven, you've had your bellyful of hell on earth."
GUY. You'll have prosperity on earth.
MARTIN. Aye. So you've said before.
GUY. You complain of the machines. You say they've turned men away.
JOE. Aye.
GUY. Those men will soon find work.
MARTIN. Where?
GUY. I'm going to build another factory.