"So you have.  For your own convenience, or to keep from making extra work for the girls.  Or some such.  You can have breakfast in bed, for all of me, if you can bribe the girls to serve it to you.  But nobody who sleeps under my roof refuses to eat at my table because he doesn't want to eat with others who eat there.  I happen to be of an almost extinct breed, an old-fashioned gentleman - which means I can be a real revolving son of bitch when it suits me.  And it suits me right now... which is to say that no ignorant, superstitious, prejudiced bumpkin is permitted to tell me who is, or is not, fit to eat at my table.  If I choose to dine with publicans and sinners, that is my business.  But I do not choose to break bread with Pharisees."