Act 1- Scene 1 Flashcards
RADIO:… particularly at points on the north and northeast coast of Scotland.
Mrs. Barlow! Mrs. Barlow! (stage directions) Brr.. It’s Cold. (stage directions) It really does look nice- Oh! How stupid of Giles. Gosh!
GILES: Mollie? Mollie? Mollie? Where are you?
Doing all the work you brute
GILES: Oh, there you are- leave it all to me. Shall I stoke up the Aga?
Done.
GILES: Hullo sweetheart. Your nose is cold.
I’ve just come in.
GILES; Why? Where have you been? Surely you’ve not been out in this weather?
I had to go down to the village for some stuff I’d forgotten. Did you get the chicken netting?
GILES: It wasn’t the right kind. I went on another dump but that wasn’t any good either. Practically a whole day wasted. My God, I’m half frozen. Car was skidding like anything. The snow’s coming down thick. What do you bet we’re not snowed up tomorrow?
Oh dear, I do hope not. If only the pipes don’t freeze
GILES: We’ll have to keep the central heating well stoked up. H’m, not too good- I wish they’d send the coke along. We’ve not got any too much.
Oh! I do so want everything to go well at first. First impressions are so important.
GILES: Is everything ready? Nobody’s arrived yet I suppose?
No, thank goodness. I think everything’s in order. Mrs. Barlow’s hooked it early. Afraid of the weather I suppose.
GILES: What a nuisance these daily women are. That leaves everything on your shoulders.
AND yours! This is a partnership
GILES: So long as you don’t ask me to cook
No no, that’s my department. Anyway, we’ve got lots of tins in case we are snowed up… Oh Giles, do you think its going to be alright?
GILES: Got cold feet, have you? Are you sorry now we didn’t sell the place when your aunt left it to you, instead of having this mad idea of running it as a guest house?
No. I’m not. I love it. And talking of a guest house, Just look at THAT
GILES: Pretty good, what?
It’s a disaster! Don’t you see? You’ve left out the “S”. Monkwell instead of Monkswell.
GILES: Good lord, so I did. However did I come to do that? But it doesn’t really matter, does it? Monkwell is just as good a name.
You’re in disgrace. Go and stoke up the central heating.
GILES: Across that icy yard! Ugh! Shall I bank it up for the night now?
No, you don’t do that until ten or eleven o’clock at night.
GILES: How appalling!
Hurry up. Someone may arrive any minute now.
GILES: You’ve got all the rooms worked out?
Yes. Mrs. Boyle, Front Fourposter Room. Major Metcalf, Blue Room. Miss Casewell, East Room. Mr. Wren, Oak Room.
GILES: I wonder what all these people will be like. Oughtn’t we have got rent in advance?
Oh no, I don’t think so.
GILES: We’re rather mugs at this game.
They bring luggage. If they don’t pay we hang on to their luggage. It’s quite simple.
GILES:… Their luggage might be just bricks wrapped up in newspaper and where should we be then?
They all wrote from very good addresses
GILES: That’s what servants with forged references do. Some of these people may be criminals hiding from the police.
I don’t care, as long as they pay us seven guineas every week.
RADIO:… The heavy snow is expected to continue, and throughout the country…
How do you do?
WREN:Are you Mrs. Ralston? How delightful! My name’s Wren.
How do you do Mr. Wren
WREN:… I’m simply going to love this place. Have you got any wax flowers or birds of paradise?
I’m afraid not.
WREN: What a pity! Well, what about a sideboard? A purple plummy mahogany sideboard with great solid carved fruits on it?
Yes we have. In the dining room
WREN: In here? I must see it
Do come and warm yourself
WREN:… little tables just spoil the effect.
We thought guests would prefer them- this is my husband.