Ah, you!

REDDY:
Well, I can't make a meal out of silver ice pitchers, can I? I've
been through three refrigerators tonight, and nothing in any of em
but bottles of MILK! MILK!

HARRY:
Get up, get up, get to work.

REDDY:
The folks in this town are the stingiest I ever see. I won't visit
em again, no matter how often they ask me.
(Rising and crossing to buffet)
I wonder if these folks is vegetarians, too.

(HATCH enters)

HATCH:
It seems all right. There's no light, and everybody's quiet.
(To HARRY)
You work the bedrooms. I'll clear away those things. Don't be
rough, now.

HARRY:
I know my business. Give me the light.
(Takes lantern and exits centre)

HATCH:
Hist, Reddy. Reddy, leave that alone. That's not safe.