TIPPY. He hired you, didn't he? He pays you, doesn't he? He knows you're there!
KEN. Of course he isn't ready to use my stuff yet. Just wants me to work it up.
TIPPY. Sure. That's what he hired you for.
KEN. But, damn it, I've been there several months and ... [Laughs.] Maybe the trouble is that I don't have to take orders from anybody; maybe it's that I don't have to fuss and sweat over details the way the others do. Maybe that's the trouble. I can work on my plans in my own sweet way. Maybe that's it. Maybe I'm unhappy because Prescott doesn't bawl hell out of me the way he does the others.
TIPPY. That's it. The trouble is you've got it too good!
KEN. That's right. Maybe I've got it too good, [TED enters. Now has new hat, brown; better taste, better fit, and more becoming. He and KEN greet each other with a little restraint.] Hello, Ted.
TED. Hello. You look fine. Married life must agree with you.
KEN. Nothing like it. Married life, and work.
TED. Oh yes, work. You do have a job, haven't you?
KEN. Yes, you bet I have.