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GLOOMB: That's the foreman who's to blame for my sticking my hand in the tin
cutting machine. There he sits, stuffing his belly. Let's make sure it's the last time
he stuffs at our expense. Better give me your blackjack. Mine looks too flimsy.
GLOOMB: Can I bank on what you've said? SLIFT: Yes. GLooMB: The one over
there? She doesn't look strong. It's no job for a person who tires easily. (To the
other man:) I've thought it over; we'll do it tomorrow night. Such jobs are best
Gloomb: Sort of. MRs LUCKERNIDDLE: They're sweet people all the same.
GLOOMB: Sort of. THE WOMAN: But why don't they talk to us and convert us?
Gloomb (making the gesture of paying out money): Can you keep their pot boiling
, Mrs ...
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