Act 1, Scene One Flashcards
Get a move on, boys. Them papes don’t sell themselves!
Hey Albert, Elmer, Specs! You heard Jack. Get a move on.
I was havin the most beautiful dream. My lips is still tingling.
A pretty girl?
If you can find her
Who asked you?
No rain. Partly cloudy. Clear by evening.
They oughta bottle this guy
And the limp sells fifty papes a week all by itself.
The trolley strike? Not again!
Three weeks of the same story.
Make way. Step aside.
Dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma? I fear the sewer may have backed up during the night.
Or could it be…
The Delancey brothers
I take care of the guy who takes care of me.
Ain’t your father one of the strikers?
Now thats not nice, Morris.
Five to one jack skunks ‘em!
A hundred papes for the wise guy.
How’s it going, Weasel?
Af least call me “mister”.
I’ll call you sweetheart if you’d spot me fifty papes.
Drop the cash and move it along.
Whatever happened to romance?
Have a look at this: a new kid
I’m new too!
Don’t worry kid - rubs right off.