"Gosh! Is this the end of the world?" "My wife won't believe
it!"_]

MIFFLIN: Gentlemen, this factory comes into the possession of every
workman in it on equal terms; each has a like share in the profits. At
last the workman owns his tools.

FRANKEL [_suddenly, as if light had just come_]: Gibson's crazy!

MIFFLIN: No, no! He saw the writing on the wall!

NORA [_as if entranced, her eyes to heaven_]: Isn't it
wonderful--wonderful!

MIFFLIN [_beaming_]: But we mustn't forget that it entails
responsibilities.

NORA: We mustn't forget that.

[_The telephone bell rings. They all turn their heads in
silence and look at it_, MIFFLIN _watching them, benevolently
chuckling. The bell rings again._]

CARTER [_blankly_]: The telephone is ringin'.

MIFFLIN: Well, answer it, answer it!

SIMPSON: Who?

MIFFLIN: Why, you--any of you. It's yours--it's your telephone.