GEORGE: Just a minute, just a minute. Now, hold on, Mr.
Potter. You're right when you say my father was no business man. I know that.
Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, I'll never know.
But neither you nor anybody else can say anything against his character,
because his whole life was......Why, in the twenty-five years since he and
Uncle Billy started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Isn't that
right, Uncle Billy? He didn't save enough money to send Harry to school, let
alone me. But he did help a few people get out of your slums, Mr. Potter. And
what's wrong with that? Why...here, you're all businessmen here. Doesn't it
make them better citizens? Doesn't it make them better customers? You, you
said, what'd you say just a minute ago? They had to wait and save their money
before they even ought to think of a decent home. Wait! Wait for what? Until
their children grow up and leave them? Until they're so old and broken-down
that they....do you know how long it takes a working man to save five thousand
dollars? Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you're talking
about...they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this
community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a
couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn't think so. People
were human beings to him, but to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they're
cattle. Well, in my book he died a much richer man than you'll ever be!
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