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. KEN. [_To_ TIPPY.] Do you get him? TIPPY. I think so. KEN. For God's sake, do you agree with him? TIPPY. Listen, old man, you believe in those plans of yours ... KEN. No. I don't believe in anything, in anything, do you hear? Not in the love of a father for his son, or in the love of a wife for her husband, or in the loyalty of friends--or in the integrity of one's purposes, or in the sincerity of one's hopes, or in the greatness of one's ambitions. TIPPY. That's how you feel _now_, Ken MARTIN. You know doggone well you believe in your work. You love it. You live it. KEN. [_Quietly._] So you think I ought to call up Prescott and apologize. Is that it? MARTIN. Why not? A son of a bitch like Prescott? [_A moment's silence._] KEN. [_To_ TIPPY.] And you! [_To his father._] And you, of course ... [_To_ LAURA.] And you ... LAURA. [_Breathlessly._] You must do whatever you like. KEN. All right, I won't hold you responsible. LAURA. I only meant ... I can take care of myself and ... KEN. And of me, too. LAURA. No, Ken ... I ... [_The_ BISHOP _stops her._]