Act 1-4 End daphne To Break Flashcards
Do you want your coffee here or upstairs?
Anywhere – put it anywhere.
Weeping and wailing I thought I’d better wait.
Put the tray down, Fred, and go away.
Right yo.
Erickson-Fred-Monica action.
Phone rings.
My God, there is no peace — no peace anywhere –
why is that phone ringing in the room?
Monica: I switch the telephone in here because you’ve got to go through the mail and I can’t keep darting in and out of the office all the time.
Will you stop that repulsive humming.
Monica on phone:
….. Very well — not at all — goodbye.
Erikson: Fred said I was to go and speak to the young lady.
Very well, as Erickson.
What shall I say to her?
I really don’t know.
I have been to the grocers and —
That’s as good an opening gambit as any.
Miss Erickson: alas, no, that I cannot do, the tap makes no water.
Do the best you can.
Miss Erickson: I will try.
That’s a good girl.
Monica: there’s nothing much this morning. I’ll go through them quickly.
The coffee taste of curry powder.
Never mind.
I wish I had a French chef instead of a Scandinavian spiritualist.
Mon
You could never get rid of Miss Erickson, she worships you.
Everybody worships me, it’s nauseating.
Monica:
There’s hell to pay if they don’t.
What’s that blue letter?
Monica:
Sylvia Lori, she says she must see you before you go away.
(Smells letter ) Well, she can’t.
Monica:
Here’s one from the young man you forced to go to the Slade school; he’s very unhappy.
I didn’t force him, he asked me for my advice and I gave it to him.
Monica: …..
Here, read the rest for yourself.
He’s a damn fool. I knew at the moment I clapped eyes on him.
Monica:
In that case it would’ve been Why is your not to have let him think that you minded so passionately about his career.
What the hell is the matter with a light in this room? If people don’t want my advice why the hell do they come and badger me?
Monica:
Here’s a postcard I can’t make heads or tails of.
It’s from Brazil.
Monica:
I know it says so on the step.
“I’ve done what you said and it’s nearly finished.” I can’t read the signature, it looks like Pickett.
Monica:
Can you remember anyone called Pickett that you sent to Brazil to finish something?
Terret up, people should write legibly or not at all.
Monica:
Not at all would be lovely. Is mist Ellington nearly dressed?
Miss Erickson: Yes, but she is crying which makes her slow.
Crying!
Monica:
You’d better go upstairs Gary.
Tell Fred.
Miss Erickson: I will tell him Fred! Fred!
(To Monica) You’d better come up to, we can do the rest of the letters up there.
Monica:
There are only two more. An invitation from Gertrude love it. She’s giving a coming out dance for that pimply looking daughter of hers —
Polite refusal.
Monica:
And he rather complicated letter from some Boy Scouts.
To hell with them.
Apparently you’re a patron for their dramatic club and they’re giving a performance of laughter and heaven and want you to send them a message.
All right — send them one.
Monica:
What shall I say?
Monica dear, don’t tell me that you have arrived at the age of 89 and are unable to send a message.
Boy Scouts send them some matches