SIMPSON: I guess it's a general strike, Mr. Gibson. I'm afraid if you
don't give the boys satisfactory answers the place will close down at
noon.

GIBSON: Have satisfactory answers ever satisfied you?

SALVATORE: Ain't we got no right to stand up for our rights?

FRANKEL: Don't you get all you can from _us_? Well, you bet your life
we're goin' to keep on gettin' all we can from _you_!

GIBSON: Then life isn't worth anything to either of us--if it's all
fight! Is that to go on forever?

NORA: No, Mr. Gibson; it's to go on until the abolition of the wage
system!

MIFFLIN: Good!

NORA: The struggle with capitalism will continue till the workers take
possession of the machinery of production. It is theirs by right; the
wealth they produce is morally their own. The parasites who now consume
that wealth must be destroyed.

[_Great approval from workmen; almost a cheer._ MIFFLIN
_chuckles and noiselessly claps his hands._]

GIBSON: I'm the parasite!