KEN. Don't blame dad. I set the amount under Hoover. Bishops aren't economists.
TIPPY. You sent the check back and asked for a new deal?
KEN. No.
TIPPY. [Patiently.] Why did you send the check back?
KEN. I'm through letting dad pay me for piddling around here.
TIPPY. But Ken, be reasonable. The landlord must eat.
KEN. Then give him back this place. He can eat the cockroaches.
TIPPY. No tickee, no shirtee; no money, no housee. [Pause.] And there's the little matter of our own nutrition.
KEN. I don't expect you and Martin to feed me.
TIPPY. I doubt if we could.