[Chaplin tells Sennett he intends to leave Sennett's employ and open his own studio
Charlie, I've been so rotten to you. I don't know if you can forgive me. I forced you to leave Butte, Montana. I made you accept a hundred and fifty per. You mentioned directing and I stuffed that down your throat too. Now tell me how else Uncle Mack can make it up to you!
I want to run my own show, Mack.
Don't kid yourself, Chaplin. You're not that big.
[spits on the floor, missing the spitoon
That's the first time I've ever seen you miss, Mack.