SHOMBERG: Well, do we get any answer?

GIBSON: Does any one of you men here think he could answer all of these
demands satisfactorily?

SALVATORE: Sure! [_All acquiesce: "Sure, sure!"_]

FRANKEL: You can't put us off any longer with just no little bunch of
funny talk!

GIBSON: I'll have an answer for you in fifteen minutes. [_Turns to his
desk._] That's all.

SHOMBERG: Better have it before twelve o'clock.

CARTER [_as they go_]: Do what you kin, Mr. Gibson. All the departments
is worked up pretty unusual.

GIBSON [_wearily dropping back into his chair_]: Oh, no, Carter; pretty
usual; that's the trouble.

MIFFLIN: A splendid manifestation of spirit, Mr. Gibson! I'll just take
advantage of the--

[GIBSON _waves his hand, assenting._ MIFFLIN _overtakes the
group at door, puts his hands on the shoulders of two of the
workers; and goes out with them talking eagerly._ NORA
_follows._ GIBSON _sighs heavily; the telephone bell rings. He
takes up the receiver._]