KEN. [_Shaking him off._] I don't want to forget. I want to explain. [_Looking around at each._] Dad--Laura---Tippy--Martin. Whole god-damn Class of '29. Class of '29.... Six years. Hi, Martin, member the speeches? 'Member the Bac-ca-laurit address? [_Struts and gestures._] Young men of the Class of '29. [_Gestures left._] This is your god-damn old alma mater. [_Gestures right._] And out there's the goddamn old world. [_Gestures left._] In there you studied four years like sons-o'-guns, stuffing your empty heads full of useless knowledge. [_Gestures right._] So you could go out there and get a job. And make money. And get a house. And a car. And a woman to sleep with. And have a baby, and vote the Republican ticket.... And so what happens? Depressions and Democrats. And Hoover--'member Hoover?--Hoover had to go back to Leland Stanford libr'y to read a book to tell him why there's jobs for everybody in Russia. [_He stops, looks at his father_.'] 'Scuse me. Hoover's all wet. [To MARTIN, _belligerently_.'] My father's a bishop, see? Russia's hell on bishops. This is the country for bishops. You are out of luck, Martin. Your father made a mistake being a farmer. He should have been a bishop. Nice jobs, lots of money. Buys a job for his son so he can get married and have a wife and a home and a baby and not be a Red. You think I'm a Red? Hell, no. I'm a hundred per cent American. I'm an individualist. Americans are individualists. Each man got his own wife 'n' his own bed. A Russian's a collectivist. Got everybody's wife in bed. BISHOP. Kenneth, my son! KEN. See? My dad doesn't like Russians. Russians shot all the churches and made the priests go to work. He doesn't like you.--You read the wrong books. My dad reads Mark and Luke and John--makes him a Christian. You read Marx and Lenin and Stalin--makes you a revolutionist. Why don't you read Hearst and Hoover and make yourself an American? TIPPY. Never mind, Ken. The revolution's all over. KEN. That was no revolution. That was only a depression. But it's all over now. My father bought me a job because my wife told him to. I've got a smart wife. She understands business methods. We are individualists, and must have initiative. So my wife, she has initiative. She says--Ken's got to have a job so we can get married. So she explains to my father how capitalism works. Lots of competition; too many lousy architects. So got to fabricate houses and put 'em all out of a job. MARTIN. You talk more sense drunk than sober. KEN. Too many architects--so what? Give 'em relief work, that's what. Make lots of little houses, with lots of little yards, with lots of little trees, so there'll be lots of little leaves to rake. [_Faces_ LAURA.] That's why a man needs a smart wife with lots of initiative--to get him a job. TIPPY. O. K., Ken. LAURA. [_Fiercely._] Do something with him, Martin. MARTIN. [_Going to_ KEN.] All right, old man. Let's go in there and see whether we can figure this thing out.