Nobody missin’. The Jordans are gathered again, handkerchiefs and all.

HENRY

You’ll be arrested soon as folks know you’ve come.

BEN (scornfully)

And I suppose you wouldn’t bail me out, would you, Henry?

HENRY (simply)

No, I wouldn’t.

BEN

God! You’re still the same, all of you. You stink of the Ark, the whole tribe. It takes more than a few Edisons to change the Jordans!

ELLA