MARTIN. And when you might have had me!
TIPPY. [With a terrible yowl.] Oh, sweet mystery of life ...
KEN. My God!
TIPPY. I won't even ask how things are! You look so damned all right.
LAURA. On two salaries and no babies, who wouldn't? May I lend you the price of a rented Tuxedo so you can come to dinner without embarrassing our butler?
KEN. Yeah--when we get the bedroom set paid for we're going to exchange the radio for a Cadillac.
LAURA. Oh, Martin! If you have any original drawings unsold, just name your price. All we have on the walls now is the Horse Fair and the Last Supper. But mind you--art only, no propaganda.
MARTIN. I'll do a charcoal of the Palisades for you.
LAURA. I forbid it. They're an invitation to suicide.
TIPPY. He'll draw the Palisades from the bottom looking up. That's an invitation to climb.