OLIVER. Can't you see that it takes two to make a quarrel? And as long as each party hangs on to its own end of the stick and struggles to get full hold of the stick, the quarrel will continue. It will continue till you've killed one another. And even then, what better shall you be? What better would you be, really, if you'd killed Gerald Barlow just now? You wouldn't, you know. We're all human beings, after all. And why can't we try really to leave off struggling against one another, and set up a new state of things? JOB ARTHUR. That's all very well, you see, while you've got the goods. OLIVER. I've got very little, I assure you. JOB ARTHUR. Well, if you haven't, those you mix with have. They've got the money, and the power, and they intend to keep it. OLIVER. As for power, somebody must have it, you know. It only rests with you to put it into the hands of the best men, the men you REALLY believe in.--And as for money, it's life, it's living that matters, not simply having money. JOB ARTHUR. You can't live without money. OLIVER. I know that. And therefore why can't we have the decency to agree simply about money--just agree to dispose of it so that all men could live their own lives. JOB ARTHUR. That's what we want to do. But the others, such as Gerald Barlow, they keep the money--AND the power. OLIVER. You see, if you wanted to arrange things so that money flowed more naturally, so that it flowed naturally to every man, according to his needs, I think we could all soon agree. But you don't. What you want is to take it away from one set and give it to another--or keep it yourselves. JOB ARTHUR. We want every man to have his proper share. OLIVER. I'm sure _I_ do. I want every man to be able to live and be free. But we shall never manage it by fighting over the money. If you want what is natural and good, I'm sure the owners would soon agree with you. JOB ARTHUR. What? Gerald Barlow agree with us? OLIVER. Why not? I believe so. JOB ARTHUR. You ask him. OLIVER. Do you think, Gerald, that if the men really wanted a whole, better way, you would agree with them? GERALD. I want a better way myself--but not their way. JOB ARTHUR. There, you see! VOICES. Ah-h! look you!--That's him--that's him all over. OLIVER. You want a better way,--but not his way: he wants a better way--but not your way. Why can't you both drop your buts, and simply say you want a better way, and believe yourselves and one another when you say it? Why can't you? GERALD. Look here! I'm quite as tired of my way of life as you are of yours. If you make me believe you want something better, then I assure you I do: I want what you want. But Job Arthur Freer's not the man to lead you to anything better. You can tell what people want by the leaders they choose, do you see? You choose leaders whom I respect, and I'll respect you, do you see? As it is, I don't. And now I'm going. VOICES. Who says?--Oh ay!--Who says goin'?