I'll remember that. And my name's Anderson. (They shake hands) (HASKELL: Three or four of you. I give you ten days in the guard house, Buck.) You won't be there two hours, pard, take my word. There's something going to drop here pretty soon. (HASKELL: Tell Mr. Jergens to step here a minute.) (To the crowd) God playing Santa Claus among the pines-- Why ain't you fellows had your stockings up? Or if you have, what are you doing here Weighing yourselves out on the same old scales, Men against bread? Pard, let me ask you this: Suppose you do land with your Union boat, The bosses on the shore saying all right; What is it you land for? Grub for another cruise? And you'll go back then to the fishing grounds And sink your nets again? Who'll get the catch This time? Them that's had it all these years? You've made a big haul here, it seems to me, Minnows and all. Hundreds of miles like that. When are you fellows going to dry your nets, Haul up your boat and say, 'Let's weigh the fish'? What do you say, pard?

Harvey Anderson Monologue from The Americans

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