RILEY:  I claim he hadn’t no right to buy them shares.

FRANKEL:  I didn’t?

ALL [except SHOMBERG]:  No, you didn’t!

FRANKEL [hotly at RILEY]:  You look here.  S’pose you needed money bad? 
Ain’t you got a right to sell your share?

RILEY:  Sure I have!

FRANKEL:  What you talkin’ about, then?  Ain’t I got a right to buy anything you got a right to sell?

RILEY:  No, you ain’t, because I object to the whole system.

FRANKEL:  You do! [Points to SHOMBERG.] Look there!  Ask him what he says.  He’s got four.

RILEY:  I don’t care who’s got what!  All I say is I object to the system, and this factory’ll git burned up if them wop workmen stay here jest because he holds them shares!

SIMPSON:  You’re right about that, Riley!

SALVATORE:  Why, you can’t hear yourself think out in the shops when you might be havin’ a quiet talk with a friend.

RILEY:  When them wops gits to talkin’ strike it sounds more like a revolution to me!

SIMPSON:  Why, they’re all inflamed up.  They know what’s what, all right.

FRANKEL:  What do they know?

SALVATORE:  They know you’re drawing down on them shares about five or six times the wages you pay ’em.  What I claim is that extra money he makes ought to be divided amongst us.

     [Emphatic approval from CARTER, SIMPSON, and RILEY. "Yes
     sir!  You bet!  That’s what!"]

FRANKEL:  Just try it once!

SIMPSON:  Them men ain’t workin’ for you, they’re workin’ for us.  Ain’t we the original owners?

FRANKEL:  Y-a-a-a-h!

RILEY [pounding the table]:  That’s the stuff!  We’re the original owners!  Any money made on them wops’ wages is ours.  We’ll tend to business with them!

[The noise outside has increased deafeningly; there is a loud hammering on the door, which is now flung open, and POLENSKI in patched overalls, a wrench in his hand, enters fiercely, slamming the door behind him.  He begins an oration at the door.]

POLENSKI:  Don’t we git a hearing?  We got to take direct action in this rotten factory before we even get a word in. [Shouts from the committee:  “Get out of here, you wop!” “You ain’t got no business here!” “This a committee meeting!"] Committee meeting, my nose! [Shakes his fist at FRANKEL.] Do you know what you’re up against?  You’re up against the arm of labour!  You monkey with labour a little more the way you have, and you’ll be glad if it’s only a little nitroglycerin that gits you.  Hired us for two and a half, did you?

FRANKEL:  My goodness, I rose you to three this morning!

POLENSKI:  Yes; rose us to three!  What do we care you rose us to four, to five, to six.  Look what the rest you loafers here at this table is gittin’!