She is proud of some new furs and a pair
of quite fancy shoes._ SIMPSON _has a new suit of clothes and a
gold-headed cane._
FRANKEL _wears a cheap cutaway suit and is smoking a cigar._]
MRS. SIMPSON: I don't care who hears the argument! Right's right and
wrong's wrong!
FRANKEL: You bet right's right, and so's my rights right!
MRS. SIMPSON: You ain't got any rights.
FRANKEL [_hotly to everybody_]: Do you hear she says I ain't got no
rights at all?
MRS. SIMPSON: You ain't got the rights you claim you got.
FRANKEL: She comes down there and tries to run the whole factory. Ask
any of 'em if she don't. Ask Carter!
MRS. SIMPSON: I own that factory just as much as anybody does.
SIMPSON: Now, Frankel, you be careful what you say to Mamie!
FRANKEL: I got shares in that factory and by rights ought to have as
many votes at the meetin' as I got shares--let alone your talking about
trying to root me out of my profits!
GIBSON: What's this about Frankel having shares?
FRANKEL [_violently_]: You bet your life I got shares! And I'm going to
have my shares of the money at that meetin' to-morrow!
MRS. SIMPSON: You bet your life you ain't!
SIMPSON: You think we're goin' to vote all our profits away to you?
CARTER: Wait a minute! Ain't I the chairman of that--
MRS. SIMPSON: You may be chairman yet--but not long!
FRANKEL [_sharply to_ CARTER]: You just try to rule me out once!
GIBSON: What's it all about?
MRS.
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