Do you think I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth? I began life in the same gutter...

George Simon: Do you think I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth? I began life in the same gutter that you did. Why you wouldn't have the guts to go through one tenth of what I went through to get where I am. You and your "cassocks" and your class wars. You think I don't know what it means to sweat and freeze and go hungry? Don't come around me with any of that half-baked Communistic bull and expect me to fall for it.
Harry Becker: Shut up, Simon. How did you get where you are? I'll tell you. By betraying your own class, that's how. By climbing on the backs of the working class, that's how. Getting in right with bourgeois politicians and crooked corporations, that feed on the blood and the sweat of the workers.
George Simon: That's enough.
Harry Becker: No, it's not enough! I'm going to tell you what you're Counsellor of, Simon, sitting here in your Fifth Avenue office with a bootblack at your feet and a lot of white collar slaves running errands for you... A cheap prostitute, that's what you are. You and your cars and your country estate and your kept parasite of a wife!