TONY: Oh, what for?
(As Paula rises, he reaches across the table and presses a hand on her shoulder. She starts and looks at him, not angry but wondering. He slowly withdraws his hand, their eyes interlocked.)
Please do not bother, Miss Paula. I can use this cup. I’m not particular.
CANDIDA (grimly): Paula, get another cup.
TONY: Or perhaps you would like to offer me your cup, Miss Paula?
PAULA (her eyes still innocently fascinated): My cup?
TONY (picking up Paula’s cup): Do you still want this chocolate?
PAULA (shaking her head): No.
TONY: Then, may I have it?
CANDIDA (rising): Mr. Javier, I ask you to put down that cup at once!
TONY (ignoring Candida): Thank you, Miss Paula.
(He lifts the cup above his head.)
To a better business!
(Then he throws his head back and slowly, de
