Act 1 Flashcards
Desmond: Evidently you do not attend the theater.
Or read.
Desmond: We happen to be the stars of your local stock company this summer. We were told we might find some costumes here.
Explain what we’re looking for, King
Rosie: What’d you call him!
King. Last year in Texas, he was voted King of Community theater by Turkey World
Rosie: King! Didn’t I tell you, Opal, the cards don’t lie
What is she talking about?
Rosie: Queenie!
Yes. Do you recognize me?
Rosie: Only from the cards….Don’t spit in the face of facts, Opal.
What IS she talking about?
Opal: Now, Rosie dear, there are lots of folks around called King or Queen
Yes, England for instance.
Desmond: Is she quite sane?
Is she your mother?
Rosie: I also tell fortunes with my hot meat balls - costs you a quarter more, though
I’ll drop in some day - with my food stamps
Opal: So yore play actors. I shoulda know’d that the minute I laid eyes on you.
Indeed? Why?
Opal: That fur you’re wearing. I’ll bet that’s real muskrat.
It happens to be mink.
Rosie: Never heard of goin’ huntin’ fer dead alligators
I find the subject less than stimulating. Could we change it?
Opal: Shore why don’t you set down dearie…you find that chair comfortable?
Does anyone?
Opal: Belonged to my Grandma Kronkie…But then you must look different onstage.
Did you see Lear last week?
Opal: No - don’t think I know him. What does he do?
He is a Play. My husband - If I do say so myself - was superb. Your local paper said, “incredible” and “a performance you’ll never forget.
Opal: Well, I don’t read no newspapers until their at least a year old……..Ole news is bes’ news
You must come see ME, next week. I’m playing, “St. Joan”
Opal: Well. I got three floors here, all filled with interestin’ things folks has throw’d away…..Ef they live that long.
What sort of things do you have?
Opal: Everything from the Lord’s Prayer on the head of a pin to a shrunken human head on a stick.
Not a relative, I hope.
Opal: It wuz jes plain ole stage money, Rosie - you can’t even paper the wall with it.
Well, that’s one thing we’re looking for. You see after St. Joan, King is doing Brewster’s Millions.
Opal: Well, that’s includin’ the trunk
We’ll take it.
Opal: I’ll try, dearie. You folks jes’ make yourselves at home.
Heaven forbid.
Rosie: Opal don’t never throw anything away. Not even food. Takes it in a bag when she goes scroungin’. Why I seen her with as many as fifteen cats followin’ her little wagon. Dogs too.
Too bad someone doesn’t write a play about her.
Rosie: I been thinkin’ about doing that myself. Writing’ a play.
Why not. Everyone else does.
Rosie: Ef I did, I’d call it Everybody Loves Opal. Because that’s the God’s truth. She aint got an enemy in the world. An she jes loves everybody.
So you said. - Cats and dogs.