harradan
[After a pause, quietly.
Taney, you've always been a business-man. You look at things just one way. You aren't bothered much by imagination. Perhaps you don't know what you're doing. War, man! Dead men by thousands, wounded men shrieking for some one to put them out of their misery, fire, ruin, starvation! For what good, for what good, ever?
pollen
I raise my offer, Senator. Make it two thousand.
taney
You ought to go into vaudeville, Senator. Subject, "The Horrors of War."
[The others laugh.
harradan
God, the country stands on the verge of the greatest calamity in its history and you can't do anything but laugh!