“So? Also! Vas iss it you do about doze vimmen?”
“They won’t go.”
In Bromberg’s voice sounded an ominous roar: “Don’t hand us nothing like that! You hear what I’m telling you?”
Puma shrugged: “I hand you what I have to hand you. They have the lease. What is there for me to do?”
“Buy ’em off!”
“I try. They will not.”
“You offer ’em enough and they’ll quit!”
“No. They will not. They say they are here to fight you. They laugh at my money. What shall I do?”
“I’ll tell you one thing you’ll do, and do it damn 288 quick!” roared Bromberg. “Hand over that money we need!”
“If you bellow in so loud a manner,” said Puma, “they could hear you in the studio.... How much do you ask for?”