“We think of ourselves now as eaters of the pie instead of makes of the pie...Corporations make the pie. They make it and we eat it.”
“True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”
“Cut my pie into four pieces, I don’t think I could eat eight.”
“I, too, sing America.I am the darker brother.They send me to eat in the kitchenWhen company comes,But I laugh,And eat well,And grow strong.Tomorrow,I'll be at the tableWhen company comes.Nobody'll dareSay to me,"Eat in the kitchen,"Then.Besides,They'll see how beautiful I amAnd be ashamed--I, too, am America.”
“Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie.”