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[_Pauses, not knowing how to finish._]
TED. Thanks, Tippy.
TIPPY. I'll be damned if I know what you do need!
TED. Guts. Guts is what I need.--My health's good enough for
physical labor, but nobody wants me to dig ditches.
TIPPY. Did you ever see a steam shovel at work? I don't say you're
any use to the world or have any right to live in it. But making a
hundred men like you substitute for a steam shovel is plain damn
silly. It's an insult to the steam shovel.
TED. [_With deep, quiet desperation which grows more and more
intense through the following scenes._] What should I do? What was
it intended for me to do?
TIPPY. Live like an aristocrat.
TED. As Martin would say--on the backs of the workers.
TIPPY. The workers don't seem to mind. They didn't throw you off.
TED. No, but who did?
TIPPY. The other guys on the backs of the workers.
TED. No one in particular threw me off.
TIPPY. Then maybe you just fell off. The worker's back is broad,
but it's not broad enough to accommodate all of us.
TED. But you're not a revolutionist?
TIPPY. Hell, no. I'm a dog washer.
[KATE _enters_, _excited, out of breath._]
KATE. Ted--guess what! I've got a job for you!
TED. [_Not believing._] A job? For me?
TIPPY. You mean that?
KATE. I do. It's nothing to brag about, but it's a job.
TIPPY. Private industry or relief?
KATE.
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