TIPPY. [To MARTIN.] Sow your seed now, Soviet sower. The powers of darkness have been fertilizing the ground.
[TIPPY takes thumb tacks and bottle of red ink and goes to kitchen.]
KEN. A Soviet poster compared to an American lithograph is like a Soviet film compared with the stuff they grind out in Hollywood.
MARTIN. By God, you're right.--It's the same in all the arts.
LAURA. [Hysterically jovial.] 'Fess up, Ken. Who's been taking you to American movies?
KEN. I still remember some I saw during Hoover's administration. You don't mean they've changed them?
MARTIN. Only the revolution will change that tripe.
LAURA. Gently, Martin. I just told Tippy I was all ripe to turn Communist. But let's enter by the Socialist door. I don't like revolutzia. It's bloody.
[MARTIN pours himself tea. KEN squints at posters, LAURA munches sandwich and giggles.] Comrade Martin--bring on your material dialectics.
[Before MARTIN has chance to answer, TIPPY'S voice sings stridently, as he comes marching in.]