- Andrew Holloway: Enter it on the report. Make sure each of the widows get a box of groceries.
- Helene Holloway: A box of groceries for a dead husband.
- Andrew Holloway: It's company policy.
- Andrew Holloway: How soon can you give me a report?
- Gil Fenton: It'll be on your desk. Cold black figures against a white piece of paper. Four dead, two dying, five missing, 14 injured. But no slow up in production, Mr. Holloway. Does that make you happy?
- Adam Cartwright: What are you thinking about?
- Philip Diedesheimer: I was thinking about... perhaps after today, we will not let a mine fall on our heads again.
- Adam Cartwright: I hope not.
- Philip Diedesheimer: Well, there is a simple way. All we have to do is... never again go into a mine. So many people make that decision in life.
- Helene Holloway: That's the word he was looking for - dead! But nobody wants to say it because it's a dirty word. Not here in this house. Not on this level, the stockholders might hear. Dead is for those that work down in the ground. Not people like us! We can't talk about a man who's buried under fifty tons of rock, but he's dead just the same!
- Andrew Holloway: Gil dead? Well, I'll have to hire another superintendent.
- Eric 'Hoss' Cartwright: Mr. Holloway, if that's the first thing you thought about, I feel real sorry for you.
- Andrew Holloway: Can't you understand I've got stockholders to think about?
- Helene Holloway: Oh yes, I understand. You and your faceless stockholders! Well, I have somebody to think about too. Only he had a face and a body and arms to hold me with, and he's buried under fifty tons of rock, and you put him there!