Rodney. Double it.
Peale. Triple it.
Bronson. Good, good. We foresee a tremendous sale for your goods. It’s an amazing soap.
Rodney. It’s more than that——
Peale. Absolutely.
Bronson. Do you control the company yourself?
Rodney. Oh, entirely.
Bronson. Then I can deal with you.
Rodney. With us—all of us.
Bronson. We would be glad to contract now for 250,000 cakes. (Peale just flops into chair) With deliveries to begin next week.