Peale. Absolutely.
Martin. Let me tell you right now, I won’t back any fake company.
Rodney. But we’re not a fake any longer.
Peale. We’ve actually sold some soap.
Mary. Fifty thousand cakes.
Rodney. To Marshall Field.
Martin. Then why did you send ’em only five thousand cakes?
Rodney. Because after we’d got that much from one of your branch factories you shut off our supply.
Peale. And we couldn’t get any more soap anywhere.
Mary. (Accusingly) And you knew it very well. (Crossing to R. side of Mr. Martin)