KEN, You're a god-damned liar.

[MARTIN _and_ LAURA _enter, their arms laden with bundles._]

TED. Prescott is just a go-between. It's your father who's paying
your salary!

LAURA. [_In horror._] Ted!

TED. Ask her. She knows. It was her idea.--If I'm a pimp, what does
that make you? [_Takes his hat and coat, brushes by her and streaks
out._]

KEN. [_Unconvincingly._] He's crazy. He's--crazy.

[_Silence,_ LAURA _leans against the table, as though she had
difficulty in breathing_, TIPPY _enters, apron on, egg beater in
hand._]

TIPPY. Hello. You back? [_Takes groceries._] What's up? [_No
answer._] Where's Ted? [_No answer._]

KEN. [_To_ LAURA.] What are you whimpering about? [_Seizes her by
the arms._] It's true. What he said was true, wasn't it? [_She
tries to speak, but cannot._] Who got my job for me? Who is paying
my salary? Answer me!

LAURA. Your father.