TIPPY. Some are in and some are out.
KATE. We speak of Fortune and Dame Fortune walks in.
LAURA. Bringing her own tea.
TIPPY. Fortune. Tea. Ceres. Cornucopia. [Drops bag on arm, posing as Goddess with the horn of plenty, and spewing groceries over the table, fruit rolling to floor.]
KEN. [Entering from bedroom.] What in ...?
TIPPY. Tea.
KATE. Thank God it wasn't eggs.
LAURA. [To KEN.] Hello, darling.
[TIPPY retrieves groceries.]
KEN. [Severely.] What's the idea, Laura?