I suppose it's nice in palaces—for a time. But one would soon tire. The world is good, but life should be many-sided. The way we'll do it will be to rough and knock about for a while, and then rest up somewhere.
(Vanderlip begins to lean forward, interested.)
Off to the South Seas on a yacht, then, say a nibble of Paris.
VANDERLIP
(Gleefully.)
Paris!
FREDA
Then a winter in South America, and a summer in Norway—
VANDERLIP
(Interrupting.)