You haven't told me how you like it.
VANDERLIP
(Turning plate upside down.) Actions speak louder than words. (She helps him to some more.) Let me see, Cupid's slumgullion, eh?
FREDA
(Laughing.)
Cupid's stew.
VANDERLIP
(Thrusting fork into stew on his plate.) What's in a name, so long as it's in your plate anyway?
(Eats silently jor a space.)