(Apparantly McSpotlight 'snafued' my first responce as well...)
Now the oportunity arises for a Second Re-write.
Capitalist: Gimme the wool.
Workers Collective: Who the hell are you? We fed the sheep, we sheared them, we get to decide on the disposition. You may join us if you wish - what are your skills?
Capitalist: That's My shearing equipment. This is My building we're standing in!
Workers Collective: We built the equipment. We built the building we're standing in.
Capitalist: (growing agitated) Look around you idiots! I designed all this..."
Worker's Collective: For that our profound thanks, but we'd like to point out that that money came from our surplus-labor* about which we had nothing to say at the time. By the way, did You do the designing, or did you hire somebody to do the designing?
Capitalist: (looking over his shoulder for a supporting army that seemed to have disappeared...) I provided All the money!
Worker's collective: Where did it come from?
Capitalist: (in full bluster) Never mind where it came from, That's Not The Point!!
Workers Collective: Sorry. We think it is.
Capitalist: (becoming plaintive) Look here, see this silver belt-buckle? I made this myself from the first ingots out of my mine in Bolivia!
Workers Collective: It's very pretty. I hope you thanked the silver miners.
Capitalist: (helplessly confused) Wha!
Workers Collective: Look, we'd like to stay an chat, but we've got some work to do before the festival.
*surplus labor: an advanced term requiring a degree of reading comprehension. Probably best to delete it from the play's text