TIPPY. I'm having tomato soup, and I'm going to make bran muffins. And there are pork chops.
LAURA. Pork chops in 1935! That's extravagant.
MARTIN. He buys them to get the bones for his doggies. The meat we get is a by-product.
LAURA. O. K. Ken adores shoulder chops.--But what's the salad?
TIPPY. That's just where I stalled. I haven't even bought the makings.
KEN. [Taking Itzy's leash.] If you people are going to talk salad, tell me where this dog lives.
LAURA. No. I see I'll have to go. No salad has been provided and I don't trust men on salad. Martin, you know where Itzy lives, so come along and carry the packages. And Tippy, you go light your oven and mix your muffins.
[LAURA and MARTIN go with the dog.]
TIPPY. Laura's a peach.
KEN. You don't know how much of a peach.