TED. Fifteen please. Twenty-six please.
KATE. Well, what do you want? Vice-president in a bank? Wake up! This isn't 1929. This is 1935. You take what you get and are grateful.
TED. Like a bellboy!--
KATE. It's a job. You said you wanted a job.
TED. Oh God, Kate ...
KATE. It pays more than I got for years. And I supported myself on it and you, too.
TED. Listen, Kate ... [Has some difficulty going on.] If it were an old freight elevator in a warehouse, and I could wear overalls, and pull on a rope that blistered my hands ...
KATE. It's the uniform that stalls you, is it?--Now I see why they make soldiers wear them.
TIPPY. [Wishing to save the situation.] The British started that with their Red Coats, to make them better targets so we could win the Revolutionary War.--I learned that in school.
KATE. [Bitter.] You got it wrong, brother. It's to take the conceit out of a coward by making him realize he's no better than anybody else. That's what it's for!