Toots. Ice cream!
Elaine. Don't be absurd, Christopher, we've had soup.
Christopher. I like it!
Toots. I like ice cream!
Elaine. [To Toots.] Sh!
Philip. What comes next, Moles?
Moles. I don't know, sir.
[He goes out.
Elaine. T'ain't manners to ask, anyway, Phil.
Philip. Who cares! It's my birthday!