Before.
BISHOP. You were drunk!
KEN. I wasn't drunk then.
LAURA. What did you tell him?
KEN. Specifically?--Specifically I told him--Martin'll like
this.... [_Looks about blankly, doesn't see_ MARTIN.] I told him
that as a multimillionaire, as a captain of industry, as a pillar
of capitalistic society, he ought to be ashamed of himself for
robbing the widows and the orphans and taking the money out of the
collection baskets of the House of God to pay an architect to draw
plans for a wastebasket.
TIPPY. Good Lord!
KEN. [_To_ LAURA.] You think I ought to apologize to him for that?
BISHOP. If you really did say anything like that to Prescott, of
course you will have to apologize.
KEN. [_To_ LAURA.] Dad is a gentleman. And he thinks I ought to
apologize. Well, what do you think?
LAURA. Oh, leave me alone, leave me alone!
BISHOP. But surely that is all a figment of your imagination.--When
a man has been under the influence of liquor and then--then
recovers from its influence, how much does he remember?
TIPPY. That depends.
KEN. Let me explain. I know all about it. A man gets drunk in order
to forget what he had on his mind when he was sober. And then he
gets sober in order to forget what he said when he was drunk.
BISHOP. [_Almost pathetically._] Then surely you are mistaken, son.
You did not say these things to Mr. Prescott.
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