BISHOP. You were drunk!
KEN. I wasn't drunk then.
LAURA. What did you tell him?
KEN. Specifically?--Specifically I told him--Martin'll like this.... [Looks about blankly, doesn't see MARTIN.] I told him that as a multimillionaire, as a captain of industry, as a pillar of capitalistic society, he ought to be ashamed of himself for robbing the widows and the orphans and taking the money out of the collection baskets of the House of God to pay an architect to draw plans for a wastebasket.
TIPPY. Good Lord!
KEN. [To LAURA.] You think I ought to apologize to him for that?
BISHOP. If you really did say anything like that to Prescott, of course you will have to apologize.
KEN. [To LAURA.] Dad is a gentleman. And he thinks I ought to apologize. Well, what do you think?
LAURA. Oh, leave me alone, leave me alone!
BISHOP. But surely that is all a figment of your imagination.--When a man has been under the influence of liquor and then--then recovers from its influence, how much does he remember?