And your Confederation, your unions are for the skilled workers, whose conditions aren't so bad,--and they're getting better every time you jack up the wages. You complain that we employers aren't thinking of you, but are you thinking of the millions of the unskilled who live from hand to mouth? The old structure's good enough for you, too. But what will the miserable men, who don't sit in, be doing while we're squabbling to see who'll have the best rooms? (RENCH: Blow the house up, I guess.) If they're rough with it, it'll tumble down like a pack of cards--simply because we're asses. Can't we build a house big enough for all--for a hundred million people and their descendants? A house in which, after a while, there will be no capitalists and no exploiters and no wreckers, only workers--each man and woman on the job they were fitted for? It's a man-sized job, but isn't it worth tackling? RENCH (enthused). It's sure worth tackling, Captain.

George Monologue from Dr. Jonathan

Rehearse George's monologue