(Dropping fork and looking at her blankly, then around room, then at plate, and holding up glass of champagne—pathetically.)
And leave all this?
FREDA
Why not? We'd soon be down in the world, where we could swim in wine and all kinds of good things.
VANDERLIP
(Seriously.)
I don't know, Freda. I almost believe you've got to be in a place like this to get the value out of things. I tell you champagne on tap is not all it's cracked up to be. It never bites in and lays hold the way this does. Down in the world it's all wine and no thirst—
FREDA
(Interrupting.)
And up here it's all thirst and no wine.