You do not remember
what you did say--or even if you spoke to him at all.
KEN. Oh, yes, I do remember. Because I was not drunk when I spoke
to Prescott. And I am not drunk now.
BISHOP. My boy ...
KEN. I was drunk. That's how come I was disrespectful. A quart of
whiskey makes any man disrespectful; but a cup of coffee makes a
man respect his father, and two cups of coffee makes a man respect
his wife.
MARTIN. Give him another cup and he'll respect Prescott.
KEN. Hello. Where'd you come from?
MARTIN. I've been here all the time.
KEN. That's fine. That's fine. Having a good time?
MARTIN. Punk!
KEN. That's too bad. All right. Tell us what you think.
MARTIN. I think you ought to go home and sleep it off and then go
back on the job.
KEN. Ain't got no job.
MARTIN. Well, I mean go back to Prescott.
KEN. Didn't you hear? There is no Prescott. There is no job.
MARTIN. Yes, but there's work. And work is more important than the
matter of who pays for it.
KEN. Work for the wastebasket?
MARTIN. No. Not for the wastebasket. For whatever use it may be to
the world. Your work is important because you are creating
something. The pay system has stalled on you, so what? If your
father is able to help to keep you at work, the best you can do is
to accept it.
KEN. Have you gone screwy? [To TIPPY.] IS that Communism?
MARTIN. I believe in revolutions, not in futile personal
rebellions.
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