act 2 scene 1 (shelby) Flashcards
the first line after radio.
But didn’t he scare you by coming by so late?
It wasn’t that late. About 9:30, I guess.
Still, somebody knocking on my bedroom window after dark would scare the daylights out of me.
Not me. Hope springs eternal, I suppose. I was disappointed when I realized it was only my nephew.
Well, I just think it’s awful of Drew to throw his son out of the house. Parents should never throw their children out of the house.
Well, that’s it. Are you ready to see the new Shelby Latcherie?
I…don’t know.
You’re gonna have to sooner or later. Our world is full of reflective surfaces.
I can’t believe I’m getting so worked up over something as silly as a haircut.
You look precious.
Ok. I’m ready. (look in mirror) Oh gosh…it’s so weird…
I did what you wanted, didn’t I, honey?
Yes. I didn’t mean…of course. You did a beautiful job. I’ve never had short hair, that’s all.
Well, this is what we Cosmo girls call a “rite du passage”.
I’m sorry. I’m being so ridiculous.
Remind me never to take these two to see Dark Victory. They’d never survive.
Enough! I love my hair!
It’s very adorable. Your mother’s going to loe it.
Mama’s going to freak out. She just thinks I’m getting a trim. I wasn’t up to a big debate with her this morning. Now! Truvy! Let’s do my nails!
I don’t even know what to charge for a full day of beauty.
I want the works. I want to feel completely pampered today. Mama’s gonna want a manicure, too.
Manicures, saucy new hairdos. What’s going on?
We’re always up to something…you know that. But I want to get back to this Drew and Belle nonsense. I hope they reconcile with Marshall. Speaking as a parent, they better get their act together. I do not approve of friction between parents and children.
Then Marshall says, hey folks I’m just kidding. I’m only gay.
That was his idea of breaking the news gently?
First with Nancy Beth dethroned from her miss merry Christmas title after that unfortunate motel thing…
What motel thing? I don’t live here anymore, remember?
To be the only Miss Merry Christmas caught with her tinsel down around her knees was a very humiliating experience for the Marmillion family.
How do you feel about Marshall?
Ok. (Annelle exits)
Was she praying?
Yes.
Why?
She prays at the drop of a hat these days.
How long has she been this way?
She left on Friday a pleasant, well-adjusted young lady and she returned on Tuesday a Christian.
What does her boyfriend say?
He says he could deal, with another man in her life, but he has trouble with the father, the son, and the holy ghost.
Well, I’m pretty religious, but that stuff makes me feel kind of creepy.
It’s fine jewelry. Its little eyes are rubies, my birthstone.
Does Marshall have a…uh…you know…friends?
What’s so funny?
Miss Clairee was just telling us the true story of track lighting.
About three weeks. It’s in my foyer and up the stairs. It was my grandson’s idea.
I haven’t seen him in ages. How is he?
Steves fine. I brought you all some tomatoes. First of the season. I didn’t expect to see you in town, Shelby
Well, I’m here.
Take some tomatoes back home with you. There’s plenty. Boy! Your hair’s short. Looks good!
Thank you, Miss Ouiser. Jack Jr loves tomatoes…he smears them on the cafe curtains in the kitchen.
Your mama says you have become an incredible gourmet cook.
I try. When we first married all Jackson wanted was meat and potatoes and vegetables just the way his mama made them…cooked to mush. But I’ve broken him of that. I even got some pate down him last week. He swore it was dog food. Jack Jr. loved it, though.
You should get some gloves. your hands look like a couple of T-bone steaks.
Health is the most important thing. Miss Ouiser. Trust me on this.
Next Friday Sis Orelle and I are driving up to Monroe and we’d like to take you and Jackson to dinner if we may.
Uh…I can’t this Friday night. I’m sorry. What’s the occasion?
That’s the best place to survive the crash.
Miss Ouiser. Why don’t you go to Monroe with Miss Clairee?
It’s all the rage.
A lot of my friends in Monroe have had it done.
Why don’t you have it done, Shelby? You’re so fashion-conscious.
No. I’m scared to. I might find out that pink is not in my palette and I’m not sure I could live with that.
And I don’t read books because if they’re any good, they’ll be made into a miniseries.
I’m surprised you and Daddy don’t get along any better thank you do. Miss Ouiser? How’re things with Owen? I try to check up on you, but I haven’t been able to lately.
Shelby? When are you going to bring that baby of yours by?
Oh! I brought a picture of him. Let me show you!
Has he gained any weight?
He’s about fifteen pounds now.
God. He is a tiny thing.
He only weighed a pound and a half when he was born.
We didn’t know who to worry about the most…you or that baby.
I certainly wouldn’t recommend having a baby three months premature.
I get upset thinking about it…
Then let’s don’t. Yep. Jack Jr is a little fighter. And he’s going to wear me out. I wish I knew where he gets all that energy.
They’re supposed to be helping out this decade.
He helps, I guess. Mama doesn’t think he does. But he does. Sometimes. When he thinks about it. Which isn’t often. Most of the time he doesn’t do a damn thing. And every weekend he’s off hunting.
But…Jackson certainly is a good provider.
Yes. That’s true.
And I’ll get to work on that sofa slug I’m married to.
This one’s pretty…
Morning everybody! (sees me) Shelby!
Mama. Please don’t say anything. I like it. It’ll be so much easier to deal with.
Oh, honey. Bless your heart.
It’ll dry so quick. All I have to do is run my fingers through it.
The last time you had short was…kindergarten.
I know. I decided today that I’m going to get my hair all cut off every twenty-five years.
I love it. I do.
It’s not too perky, is it?
It looks great. How’re you doing?
Fine, Mama. How are you?
I don’t know if we buried them or became blind to them.
Used to be, the thought of our parents being romantic made me and my brothers sick to our stomachs, but it’s actually been very sweet. It’s been a lovely week.
No one would believe it. Shelby. You look a little pale.
I’m fine, Mama. How are you?
Shelby?! What have you done to yourself?
Oh. It doesn’t hurt.
Yes, I have.
The doctor’s just been trying to strengthen my veins. They’re in terrible shape.
What’s going on here?
Shall we tell them, Mama?
What? / What’s going on? /Seriously?
It’s my dialysis.
What?
Dialysis. It’s when…
Please tell us what’s going on, honey!
It’s not any big thing. No big thing. Don’t look at me like that.
How long have you been doing this dialysis?
A couple of months.
Why haven’t I been told?
We, uh…there was no point. Sometimes you don’t want to talk about things.
This is very selfish of you.
Hold it. You’re all talking like this is something.
This isn’t something?
Having Jack Jr. put too much strain on my kidneys and now they’re kaput. That’s all. The doctors said this would probably happen.
That’s all? That’s all, she says…
I’m responding beautifully to dialysis. Do I look bad?
Do you do this dialysis forever?
I could I suppose. But that’s not real convenient when you are trying to keep up with a fifteen-month-old ball of fire. So, I’ll just have a kidney transplant and I’ll be fine.
Is it that easy?
Sure. They do them all the time in Shreveport. Three or four a week.
…throw in some dry ice and a heart and get on a plane.
She’s right.
But you never know when one will pop up, do you?
No. I’m registered on the nationwide transplant computer.
How long do you have to wait?
There are people on dialysis that have been waiting for years.
That must be agony.
I suppose. But I’m lucky. I don’t have to wait anymore…Mama’s going to give me one of her kidneys.
When?
We check in tomorrow morning.
Categories?
Swimsuit, evening gown, talent, and personality interview.
I passed upset a long time ago.
I’m sorry. That’s Tommy’s joke. I think it’s very funny.
It must be so painful.
Not really for me. My operation’s simple. Mama’s is awful. They basically have to saw her in half to get the kidney. Its major, major surgery for her.
This is no laughing matter!
Trust me, Miss Clairee. There have been more than enough tears.
You know better than to pay attention to anything I say.
Miss Ouiser. Forget it.
I’m just glad we can get it over with before it gets too hot.
Ain’t that the truth.
Shelby, I wouldn’t even know you’d ever been sick a day in your life.
That’s the biggest compliment anyone has ever paid me.
Poor Shelby…
Don’t say that. I have my baby. I’m very happy. If this is part of the price I have to pay, then I have to pay it. I can deal with it. Now if I’m not mistaken, someone has a present to open.
I can take it in.
Mama, would you…
