BISHOP. I wish--I wish my son were more like you.--Have you seen him, Timothy?
TIPPY. [Evasively.] Why, yes sir--earlier this evening.
BISHOP. I called at his apartment and was told to come here.
TIPPY. Well, yes--he was here. So was Laura. [BISHOP sighs heavily.]
BISHOP. You have a nice place here.--And your business?
TIPPY. I don't complain. Only the customers do, as you heard, sir.
BISHOP. I could see that woman was a fool.
TIPPY. I would not dispute you.
BISHOP. But surely not all people who own dogs are fools.
TIPPY. There are exceptions.