Act 1 Scene 1 Flashcards
Truvy: It’s a long story. It has to do with Shelby’s wedding and her father. You’ll be happier if you just ignore it like the rest of the neighborhood.
Clairee: (Entering) Knock, knock!
Truvy: Morning, Clairee!
Clairee: Morning, Truvy.
Truvy: I tried to call you and tell you I was running late. No answer.
Clairee: I was at the high school. I was out at the crack of dawn.
Annelle: Pleased to meet you.
Clairee: I’m a little embarrassed. If I had known I was meeting new people, I would’ve taken a little more pride in my appearance. I have been at the dedication of our new football field. I am not always this windblown.
Truvy: Annelle. They named the stadium after her late husband… Lloyd Belcher Memorial Coliseum. The team has voted her all sorts of special titles.
Clairee: I have the pompoms to prove it. What is your name dear?
Annelle: Oh. My married name’s Dupuy.
Clairee: I don’t think I know any Dupuys.
Annelle: I just moved here. I’m originally from Zwolle.
Clairee: That explains it. Truvy? I thought I brought you those recipes.
Truvy: Clairee. The reason I called is, do you mind if I do Shelby first?
Clairee: That’s fine. I’ll amuse myself. Shelby’s the most important one today. (A gunshot.) That man! I’ll swear.. I think the situation is worse than ever.
Truvy: Annelle? We’re going to need more towels. They’re stacked up next to the washing machine. (Annelle exits.)
Clairee: Sweet girl. Where’d you find her?
Truvy: She heard I had a position open and she just walked in. I think there’s a story there.
Clairee: What makes you say that?
Truvy: For starters, she’s married… but, she lives at Ruth Robeline’s. Alone.
Clairee: I’d get to the bottom of this, if I were you. You have some nice silverware you’d like to keep.
Truvy: Oh, I’m not worried about that. She’s very nice. I just love the idea of hiring someone with a past.
Clairee: She can’t be more than 18, she hasn’t have time to have a past.
Truvy: Honey. It’s the eighties. If you can achieve puberty, you can achieve a past.
Clairee: (Annelle enter, carrying towels. Clairee sips her coffee and grimaces.) Yuck!
Annelle: I’m so sorry.
Clairee: Don’t worry. I love a good hot dog. Just not with cream and sugar.
Truvy: She’s probably not an international spy. But! If she works out, I may let her rent the garage apartment.
Clairee: I thought the twins were going to live there while they go to the college.
Truvy: Recent developments… My babies are growing up.
Clairee: I can’t believe your kids are old enough to leave the nest.
Truvy: You know I was a child bride… I’ve always wanted to go to Baltimore. I’m told it’s the hairdo capital of the world.
Clairee: (Finding the recipes in her pocket.) Here they are! I’m so fat I couldn’t feel them.
Truvy: The recipes? Let me see… Um… this sounds delicious.
Clairee: It is. And the Bisquick makes it so simple. (Pulls another card.) And this is from my daughter-in-law. She says you can’t attend a function in Tickfaw where this is not served.
Truvy: Yum. Now are these chocolate chips semi-sweet or milk?
Clairee: Milk.
Truvy: Is the Karo syrup light or dark?
Clairee: Matter of taste.
Truvy: What’s that other one you were telling me about… Cuppa, cuppa, cuppa?
Clairee: That’s so easy you don’t even have to write it down. Cup of flour, cup of sugar, cup of fruit cocktail with the juice. Mix it up and bake at 350 ‘til gold and bubbly.
Truvy: Sounds awfully rich.
Clairee: It is. So I serve it over ice cream to cut the sweetness. Give me some paper, I’ll copy them down for you.
Truvy: Annelle? Get Miss Clairee some paper… (Gunshots and barking.) Sometimes I wonder if Drum Eatenton’s brain gets enough oxygen. That is so annoying.
Clairee: Try living next door to him.
Shelby: You’re not the only one concerned. Mama’s about to have a fit. She and Daddy are fighting like cats and dogs.
Clairee: They’re just anxious with so much going on.
Annelle: (Changing subject.) Oh. I hope that coffee’s better.
Clairee: It smells right.
Shelby: You just stick it in. It’s meant to frame my face. Baby’s breath is part of my whole decoration concept. For a total romantic look. Miss Clairee! What cute shoes!
Clairee: You think so? I’m not so sure. I think they’re a little too racy for me. I’ll probably give them away.
Truvy: Ooo. Those are too cha-cha for words. If you decide to get rid of them, I’ll buy ‘em from you.
Clairee: What size do you wear?
Truvy: …I buy a size eight.
Clairee: They’re 8 1/2s.
Shelby: Great idea Mama. I’d love to see what Tommy’d pick out.
Clairee: Anything I can do to help out last minute?
M’Lynn: You’ve done plenty Clairee… The boys got in last night and they’re taking care of the odds and ends.
Clairee: I hope the rain holds off. I’m sorry it’s not a prettier day.