Rodney. It’s quantity that counts.
Peale. Four cakes a year to every person in this country would represent an annual output of 400,000,000 cakes—and think of all the babies who’ll be born next year. They’ll all have to be washed.
Ellery. Very true, very true. What is the annual birth-rate?
Rodney. Let me see, let me see; do you know, Peale?
Peale. There’s one born every minute.
Ellery. I fancy that’s true.
Peale. You can bet it is.
Rodney. Now, what do you say, Ellery, about investing in our company?
Ellery. (After a long pause, rises and shakes hands with Rodney) I’ll do it.