hand_]: The meeting was called to order by
Chairman Carter, Monday, the--
SALVATORE: Aw, say!
FRANKEL: I object!
SIMPSON: What's the use readin' all that? It's only about what we done
at the last meeting.
SALVATORE: We know that ourselves, don't we?
SHOMBERG: What'd be the use? What'd be the use?
RILEY: All we done was divide up the money.
SALVATORE: Cut it out, cut it out! Let's get to that!
CARTER: All right, then. I move--
MRS. SIMPSON [_shrilly_]: You can't move. The chairman can't move. If
you want to move you better resign!
CARTER: Well, then, somebody ought to move--
MRS. SIMPSON: Cut out the moving. She don't _haf_ to read 'em, does she?
CARTER: All right, then. Don't read 'em, Miss Gorodna.
SALVATORE: Well, git some kind of a move on.
CARTER: I was thinkin'--
NORA [_prompting_]: The next order--
CARTER: What?
NORA: The next order of business--
CARTER: Oh, yes! The next order of business--
NORA: Is reports of committees.
CARTER [_in a loud, confident voice_]: The next order of business is
reports of committees. [_Takes up some papers and goes on promptly._]
The first committee I will report on is my committee. I will state it is
very difficult reading, because consisting of figures written by the
bookkeeper, and pretty hard to make head or tail of, but--
MRS. SIMPSON: Oh, here, say! We got important things to come up here!
'Fore we know how much we're goin' to divide amongst us we got to settle
at once for all and for the last time how it's goin' to be divided and
how much each family gets.
SALVATORE: _Family?_
CARTER AND SHOMBERG [_together_]: Yes--family!
RILEY: You bet--family!
CARTER: Yes, sir!
SIMPSON: You _bet_ we'll settle how it's goin' to be divided!
SALVATORE: Why, even, of course; just like it has been. Ain't that the
principle we struggled for all these years, comrades?
MRS. SIMPSON: Well, it's not goin' to be divided even no longer.
SALVATORE [_violently_]: Yes, it is!
SIMPSON AND CARTER [_hotly_]: It is not!
SALVATORE: You bet your life it is!
SHOMBERG: I'd sooner wring your neck, you sporty Dago!
SALVATORE: Now look here, comrade--
SHOMBERG: Comrade! Who you callin' comrade? Don't you comrade me!
MRS. SIMPSON: You dirty little Dago! You got no wife to support! Livin'
a bachelor life of the worst kind, you think you'll draw down as much as
my man does?
SALVATORE [_fiercely_]: Simpson, I don't want to hit no lady, b
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