TIPPY. That is news!--Where did Kate go?
LAURA. To make a date with her boss. He's sixty and rich--and serious.
TIPPY. No kidding?--No, my world doesn't drop out from under me. It merely turns wrong side out in my hand.--Your tea, Ken. It contains teaffein, which stimulates the heart but quiets the nerves. Teaffein in tea is the same as caffein in coffee. But under the profit system we don't know that yet--because no one has invented a teaffeinless tea.
[KEN accepts sandwich and tea and tries to be a sport and make the party.]
KEN. I wouldn't need Martin to turn me into a Communist. All I'd have to do would be to knock out the partition in the middle of my brains and let the left side mingle with the right.
TIPPY. As if your brains weren't muddled enough already!
[MARTIN bursts in, carrying two Soviet posters. Leaves door ajar.]
MARTIN. Hey, fellows, see what I've got! [He hangs one up while the others are inspecting the first.]
LAURA. It's ugly.
KEN. I like them. Why can't Americans make ugly things look beautiful?