Don't be a tease. Come on, we'll have a snack— (She discovers Gordon s plate of left-overs.)
GORDON
Throw out that junk—I was idiotic to save it.
LAURA
No, Gordie, you were quite right. We must save everything we can. Four or five heads of lettuce would make a new shirt for Junior.
GORDON
(bewildered)
Lettuce?
LAURA
I mean, if we saved that much, it would make enough money to buy him a new little vest. He's getting so enormous—(She puts plate of left-overs on the table, with some other cold food.)