Yes, you bet I have.
TED. And a job's a job, even if it falls from the moon.
TIPPY. The moon? Are there capitalists on the moon?
TED. Do all jobs come from capitalists?
TIPPY. Don't they?
TED. Ask Martin. He says there are no capitalists in Russia but
lots of jobs.
KEN. God, are you going Red, Ted?
TIPPY. Ted's not going anywhere, but I'm going to the kitchen to
start the muffins. The rest of the dinner is on the way, Ted. So
lick your chops for a feast.
[_He goes. There is an awkward pause, during which_ TED
_self-consciously removes his coat under_ KEN'S _curious eyes._]
KEN. Nice outfit.
TED. Glad you like it.--Going to be like old times. Regular reunion
of the Class of '29.
KEN. Yes.
[_Pause._]
TED. Where's Laura?
KEN. She's gone out to do some shopping.
TED. Oh. With Kate?
KEN. No. Kate wasn't here.
TED. She was here before.
KEN. She wasn't when we came.
TED. Oh!
KEN. Laura went with Martin.
TED. Shopping?
KEN. That's right.
[_Pause._]
TED. Great to have the whole bunch together again, huh?
KEN. Yes, great.
[_Pause._]
TED. You seem satisfied with your job.
KEN. Hell yes. It's a great job. The salary isn't anything to boast
of--yet. But the future looks like a million. You see, Prescott
didn't hire me for any routine detail. He has men for that. His
object in taking me on was to develop for him my plans for
fabricated housing.
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