So fur this month they was
only three instruments sold.
SIMPSON: But, my gosh, this is the _end_ of the month!
CARTER: They was two sold in Council Bluffs and one in Detroit.
[_General agitation and excitement._]
MRS. SIMPSON [_trembling with rage and fear_]: You mean to stand there
and tell me we ain't goin' to git any money to-day, and my flat rent to
pay to-morrow?
RILEY: Don't talk about your flat rent to me, lady! There's others of us
got a few things to pay.
SHOMBERG: But, my golly, when _do_ we git paid?
CARTER: I can't make out from what he's got here.
SALVATORE [_rapping fiercely on the table_]: Hey! I got to have my
money!
CARTER: Well, I got to have mine, don't I?
SIMPSON: Go on. See what else it says.
CARTER: Well, here he's got this. Here it says: "Bills payable,
$17,162.48."
FRANKEL [_leaping up_]: Bills payable! My God, no money in bank, and
we're $17,162.48 in debt!
MRS. SIMPSON [_shrieking_]: Who owes it?
SIMPSON: We do!
SHOMBERG: Who's goin' to pay it?
RILEY: Who run us into debt that way?
SALVATORE: That's the man we're after!
FRANKEL: Who's the man responsible for us bein' $17,162.48 bankrupt?
RILEY [_hammering the table_]: Who run us into debt over seventeen
thousand dollars?
SIMPSON: Well, give him a chance to answer.
CARTER: What do _I_ know about it? That's what the report says. That's
all _I_ know.
SHOMBERG: Well, somebody's got us into debt. And who is it?
NORA: It's all of us! Haven't we all done this thing together?
FRANKEL: Well, who's got to pay it?
NORA: We've all got to!
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