Sidney Stratton:
[
seeing the assistant's pen] That's ingeneious. May I?
Assistant:
Of course.
Sidney Stratton:
[
flicking the lighter on] I wonder, can you tell me what is the ratio of ink to petrol?
Assistant:
I don't know.
Daphne Birnley, Alan Birnley's daughter:
Thank you Sidney. If you would've said "yes" I could've strangled you!
Sidney Stratton:
It shouldn't have done that.
Sir John Kierlaw:
Now. Some fool has invented an indestructible cloth. Where is he? How much does he want?
Mrs. Watson, Sidney's landlady:
Why can't you scientists leave things alone? What about my bit of washing when there's no washing to do?
Bertha, Birnley Mill worker:
[
describing Sidney] ... flotsam floating on the floodtide of profit.
[
Daphne laughs at Sidney's suit]
Sidney Stratton:
What's funny about it?
Daphne Birnley, Alan Birnley's daughter:
It's just the suit. It looks as if it's wearing you.
Sidney Stratton:
It's still a bit luminous...
Sidney Stratton:
[
it lights] ... but it'll wear off.
Daphne Birnley, Alan Birnley's daughter:
Oh, no!
Sidney Stratton:
No?
Daphne Birnley, Alan Birnley's daughter:
No. Makes you look like a... knight in shining armor.
Sidney Stratton:
Oh, it's a better job.
Bertha, Birnley Mill worker:
Well then?
Sidney Stratton:
Oh, yes, much.
Bertha, Birnley Mill worker:
More money?
Sidney Stratton:
I shan't actually get paid for it.
Bertha, Birnley Mill worker:
What? We'll see about that! Scab labor hunh?
[
Walking away]
Bertha, Birnley Mill worker:
The work committee better hear about this!
Sidney Stratton:
But I don't want to get paid.
Mrs. Watson, Sidney's landlady:
Not want to?
Bertha, Birnley Mill worker:
I don't care whether you want to get paid or not! You've got to get paid!
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