BOB. [Chewing desperately on his meat.] Tenderloin, I believe?
MOLLIE. [Sweetly.] Yes, dear.
BOB. [Imitating Mollie a moment back.] H'mm! [He takes one or two more hard bites.] Mollie, I have an idea.
MOLLIE. I'm relieved.
BOB. [Savagely.] Yes, you will be when you hear it. When we get that builder's name from Fanny Russell, we'll tell him that instead of a garage, which we don't need, he can build a special telephone booth off the kitchen. Then while Hilda serves the dinner——
[Bob stops short, as Hilda bursts in abruptly, left, and comes to the table.
HILDA. Aixcuse me, Meeses Aispenhayne, I am so excited.
MOLLIE. [Anxiously.] Is anything wrong, Hilda?
HILDA. [Explosively.] Meeses Aispenhayne, Meester Leendquist he say you want to move to Highland Park.
[Bob and Mollie simultaneously drop their knives and forks and look at Hilda in astonishment and wonder.