Act 1-5 After Daphne Before Maule Flashcards
She’s not your cup of tea.
Who isn’t?
Joanna.
She’s not bad. A bit predatory perhaps, but as far as I can see everybody’s a bit predatory — everybody’s stalks their game as far as I can see.
Liz: I shall give it up for Lent.
Good morning, darling, where is my present?
Liz: on the piano.
It’s not another one of those damn glass horses, is it?
Liz: no, it’s a dressing gown for Africa.
Oh, Liz, it’s wonderful. Just what I wanted — it’s absolutely charming — thank you, darling, I’m mad about it. It really is the perfect taste, the best Sort of colonial propaganda! Say some thing about it, Monica.
Mr. mole will be here in a minute
Who’s he?
A great success that you promised him an appointment.
I can’t see him — you ought to protect me from things like that.
Serves you right for snatching the telephone when I wasn’t looking.
I’ve noticed a great change in you lately, Monica. I don’t know whether it’s because you’ve given up cramming yourself with potatoes or what it is. But you’re getting nastier with every day that passes. Go away.
I am going. I shall be in the office if you want me.
Of course you’ll be in the office, spinning awful plots and intrigues against me.
I will if I can think of any.
Shut the telephone off.
All right.
Now then, tell me all about your trip and everything. What did you think of the play?
Liz: I thought it was wonderful.
That good?
Quite willing to let us do what we like as long as you play it.
How right!
Now that I want to talk to you about something.
I don’t like that tone at all. What’s on your mind?
Don’t you think it’s time you started to relax?
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Who is that poor little creature I saw here this morning and evening dress?
She’d lost her latchkey.
They often do.
No listen to me Liz —
You’re over 40, you know.
Only just.
And in my humble opinion all those casual scampering about is rather undignified.
Scampering indeed! You have a genius for putting things unpleasantly.
Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not taking a moral view, I gave that up as hopeless years ago.
It’s all very fine for you to come roaring back from Paris where are you been up to God knows what, and start to bully me —
I’m not bullying you.
Yes, you are. You’re sitting smug as be damned on an awful little cloud and blowing down on me.
Don’t bluster.
Who left my bed and Board — deserted me — left me a pray to everybody? Answer me that!
I did, thank God.
Well then.
Would you have liked me to have stayed?
Certainly not, you drove me mad.
Well, stop shilly-shallying about that and pay attention.
This is, to date, the most irritating morning of my life.
You have reached a moment in your life what a little restraint would be becoming.
La de da.