It's got to be Rolls Royces and polo ponies or
nothing.
KATE. Oh shut up. Do you think I like the situation? But I can't
see him starve.
MARTIN. Damn that woman! If he could have got a job ...
KATE. [_With sudden determination._] All right. If he wants a job,
I'll get him a job.
MARTIN. How?
KATE. By asking for it. How do you suppose? I'll go right now,
before I lose my nerve. [_She powders nose before pocket mirror_.']
MARTIN. You were smart to dress him up first. Those clothes should
spell the diff between wages and a salary.
KATE. I'll take anything I can get for him.
TIPPY. [_Enters._] Well, I'm back.... Where's our Beau Brummel?
KATE. He went to change his hat.
TIPPY. That's good. [_Crosses to yard._] Bet you never looked at
Itzy. [_Goes out to yard._]
MARTIN. [_As_ KATE _puts on fur coat._] Funny time of day, Kate, to
start out to get a man a job.
KATE. That depends on whom you have to see to get it.
MARTIN. What's it to be? Bouncer at the Union League Club?
TIPPY. [_Re-enters from yard._] 'Im still smells a eetle bit
soapy.--Kate! Where are you going? Ken and Laura will be here any
minute.
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.
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