[_Instantly upon this the door is opened enough to admit the heads of two wops very similar to_ POLENSKI.]
POLENSKI: Capitalists, parasites, bloodsuckers, bourgeoisie! Do you think we expect any justice out of _you_? Do you think I come in this room ever dreaming you'd grant our demands? No! We knew you! And if we do assert our rights, what do you do? You set your hellhounds of police on us! Haven't we been agitatin' for our rights among you for days? We've got our answer from you, but you look out for ours, because as sure as there is a hell waitin' for all parasites, we'll send you there, and your factory, too! [_Looks up at the clock._] My God, is that clock right? [_He runs out at top speed._]
SIMPSON: They don't seem to know their place!
SHOMBERG: Them fellers think they own the earth.
RILEY: Next, they'll be thinkin' they own our factory!
CARTER [_solemnly_]: Well, sir, I wonder what this country is coming to!
[_Here there is a muffled explosion in the sample piano, which rocks with the jar, at the same time emitting a few curls of smoke. General exclamations of horror and fright as all of the committee break for shelter._]
SHOMBERG [_his voice rising over the others_]: Send for the police!
SALVATORE [_shouting_]: Wait! We ain't divided up the money!
NORA: It's over; it hasn't done any harm!
FRANKEL [_on his hands and knees under the table_]: It was in that piano. [NORA _goes across to the piano._] Look out, he's probably got another one in there.
[MIFFLIN _helps_ NORA _to take off the front of the piano, which is still mildly smoking; a wreckage of wires is seen._]
MIFFLIN [_smiling_]: It must have been an accident!
FRANKEL AND MRS. SIMPSON [_coming out from under the table_]: Accident!
MIFFLIN: Of course it's unfortunate, because it might be misconstrued.
MIFFLIN [_confidently_]: Let me go talk to these new comrades!
SALVATORE: Aw, them ain't comrades; them's just Frankel's hired workers.
MIFFLIN: They are comrades in the best sense of the word. I am in touch with all the groups. A moment's reasoning from one they know to be sympathetic--
SALVATORE: Hey, let's get that stuff divided up. I got an engagement.
FRANKEL: Yes; let's hurry. You can't tell _what_ they got planted round here.