SIMPSON: Well, it's not goin' to be divided even no longer.
SALVATORE [_violently_]: Yes, it is!
SIMPSON AND CARTER [_hotly_]: It is not!
SALVATORE: You bet your life it is!
SHOMBERG: I'd sooner wring your neck, you sporty Dago!
SALVATORE: Now look here, comrade--
SHOMBERG: Comrade! Who you callin' comrade? Don't you comrade me!
MRS. SIMPSON: You dirty little Dago! You got no wife to support! Livin'
a bachelor life of the worst kind, you think you'll draw down as much as
my man does?
SALVATORE [_fiercely_]: Simpson, I don't want to hit no lady, but if--
SIMPSON [_roaring_]: Just you try it!
MIFFLIN [_rising in his place, still beaming, and tapping on the table
with his fountain pen_]: Gentlemen, gentlemen! This is all healthy! It's
a wholesome sign, and I like to see these little arguments. It shows you
are thinking. But, of course, it has always been understood that in any
such system of ideal brotherhood as we have here we, of course, cling
to the equal distribution of all our labours. We--
SALVATORE [_fiercely_]: We? How do you git in this? Where do you git
this we stuff?
FRANKEL: Yes; what you mean--we?
SALVATORE: _You_ ain't goin' to edge in here. Your kind's done that
other places. Some soft-handed guy that never done a day's work in his
life but write and make speeches, works in and gits workingmen to elect
him at the top and then runs 'em just the same as any capitalist.
MIFFLIN [_mildly protesting_]: Oh, but you mustn't--
SALVATORE [_sullenly_]: That's all right; I read the news from Russia!
MIFFLIN [_firmly beaming_]: But I was upholding your contention for an
equal distribution.
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