ZACK. Same time, you know, I have my use. Oh yes, I've got a use.
MRS. MUNNING. I haven't noticed it.
ZACK. I'll tell you then. Suppose a thing goes wrong.
They do sometimes. Very well. It couldn't be Paul and it couldn't be you, because you're born the other way. It's always me. You don't need to look round for some one to put the blame on. You know it's me. And that's a sort of use now, isn't it?
VIRGINIA. Is it?
ZACK. Think of the time it saves. I'm always handy to be cussed at. Like a cat, you know. Some folks keep a cat or a dog, and when their feelings get too much to hold, they kick the cat. Well, I'm the cat in this house. (He speaks entirely without bitterness. It is all accepted fact.)
PAUL. You sleep like one, but a cat's more use than you. You don't catch mice.
ZACK. I eat more, too. And that's a thing I've tried to master and I can't. You'd be surprised the way I've tried to fight my appetite.
MRS. MUNNING. It's news to me.
ZACK. I own it didn't show. It beat me every time Eating agrees with me. That's where it is. I'm a natural-born eater and I can't go against nature.