MARTIN. Clothes make the man. I wanted to see if a uniform would make a soldier.
TED. I never wore a uniform. I detest them. I'd rather be shot than wear one.
MARTIN. That's an old Spanish custom.
TED. Spanish?
MARTIN. Custom. To shoot men who do not like to wear uniforms.
TED. But why do you draw me as a soldier? What did I do to suggest that? What made you do it?
MARTIN. Something in Kate's eyes, while you were posing for her, suggested it. She seemed to think your outfit lacked something. Well, what it lacked I have seen on parade grounds at West Point. There it is. [Holds up drawing.]
TED. [Backs away.] Why do you torment me?
MARTIN. I'm sorry. [He rips cardboard across and throws the halves into wastebasket.] It had no significance to you personally, Ted.--It's all of us. All of us who are in the army.
TED. In the army? What are you talking about? We aren't in any army. We wouldn't go in. Why, half the men you meet say that in a war they'd be conscientious objectors. The jails wouldn't hold them.