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!