NORA: You'd close down? Your only solution is to take the bread out of
these men's mouths?

GIBSON: If they walk out I'll walk out!

NORA [_trembling_]: You coward!

GIBSON: That's fair?

NORA: You'll let us starve because you haven't the courage to come to
the right solution! Don't you mind starving us?

GIBSON: You mean you'd starve if I quit.

NORA [_vehemently_]: No; but because you'd close the factory.

GIBSON: Oh, the factory could run if I quit, could it?

NORA: That's the capitalist! They think it's capital that runs the
factories!

GIBSON: And I'm the capital, am I?

NORA: What in the world else? [_Touches the piano._] You think you
produce this wealth because you've got your money in it? You pass out a
pittance to those who do produce it, and when they ask for more than a
pittance you take their tools away from them! If they rebel you set the
police on them. That's capital--and that's you, Mr. Gibson!

GIBSON: Nora, you told me not to speak to you as a woman.