LAURA. What idea, honey?
KEN. You promised to quit it. There's plenty of grub here.
LAURA. But darling, I can't eat canned baked beans. My ulcer, you know.
KEN. You haven't any ulcer.
LAURA. Nor any baby. But doctors say nervous girls must be careful, or they'll have both.
KEN. Don't be a fool.
[TIPPY starts with bag to kitchen, KATE following. At door he warns her back.]
TIPPY. The preparing of this tea must be a strictly masculine affair, [KATE gestures toward KEN and LAURA.] I'm sorry, but I want tea. If a woman enters that kitchen, there won't be tea. There'll be house-cleaning. [He goes in and bolts door behind him. She tries it and finds it locked. She pretends to be interested in drawings, KEN has turned away from LAURA and there is a pause.]
LAURA. [Casually.] Anything new, dear?
KEN. [Savagely.] No. You always ask me that.