BISHOP. [Shaking hands.] What is the matter with your head?
TIPPY. Oh Jesus! [Yanks off towel.]
BISHOP. Were you rehearsing for a theatrical?
TIPPY. Full dress. My wound was dressed with red ink.
BISHOP. And that song you were singing? I couldn't quite place it.
MARTIN. That's a Red Army song.
BISHOP. Red Army?
MARTIN. Soviet--Russian.
BISHOP. So you were all engaged in a little burlesque? Sorry to have disturbed you.
MARTIN. Tippy was making it burlesque. He refuses to take anything seriously.