KATE. Sorry, Tippy. I got my dates mixed. But I'll be back. Only don't wait dinner for me. [She goes.]
TIPPY. Now what the hell? Where's she going?
MARTIN. You can't tell. She works irregular hours.
TIPPY. But she promised to be here for dinner. Isn't her soul her own?
MARTIN. Hadn't you heard she'd sold it?
TIPPY. [Glumly.] That's a hell of a note.--I hope Ted gets back in time. I don't want my dinner party spoiled.
MARTIN. He'll be back.
TIPPY. He looked nifty in the new clothes, didn't he? Laura will like them.
MARTIN. Let's hope she doesn't say too much about them.
TIPPY. She'll be too busy telling you what a fine husband she has.