Act 2 Scene 4 Flashcards
First line
(The jocks run drills. Troy is absent)
“Show a little hustle, already! What’s wrong with you guys today? The big game is the day after tomorrow! Where’s your heads at?”
“In the game, Coach. In the game”
“And where is Bolton?”
(nothing)
“That was an open question.”
(again, nothing)
“I said - “
“How dare you?!?”
“What?”
“In all my years of theater, never have I encountered such childish, small-minded subterfuge!”
“Boys, practice is over. Hit the showers. NOW.”
“All right, Bolton - cards on the table right now.”
“Huh?”
“Your pathetic male ego is all bent out of shape because I put your stars in detention, so now you’re getting even?”
“What are you talking about, Darbus?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Bolton.”
“I’m not playing!”
“Some very reliable sources told me all about your little plot to humiliate me and the Drama Club, and I am telling you it ain’t gonna fly!”
“Save the speeches for the stage.”
“If you and your all-star son are planning some kind of practical joke in my chapel of the arts -“
“Troy doesn’t even sing.”
“I guess you don’t know your own son as well as you think you do. But I won’t allow Juliet and Romeo to be made into a farce - “
(tries to stifle a laugh)
“Juliet and Romeo???”
“See! I knew it! Very well, Bolton, you leave me no choice: if Troy is actually serious about auditioning, he’s going to have to prove it. I won’t allow either one of your to make fools out of the Drama Club.”
“Hey, you don’t need my help to do that!”
Troy:
“What was that all about?”
“You want to tell me something, Bolton? Something about singing?”
“uhm, no. I mean, you know…”
“No, I don’t know. Darbus the Deranged just chewed my head off because she things you’re plotting something.”
“No, like, I mean… I was just helping someone audition, that’s all. It’s nothing.”
“You bet it’s nothing! In case you’ve forgotten, you have the biggest game of your life coming up in two days. Get your head in the game for real, Bolton. Your team is depending on you.”
“I was going to stay and work on my free throws.”
“Since you were late to practice - again - that’s the least you can do.”
(Gabriella and Troy were talking)
Troy:
“Gabriella. Chill.”
(voice booms in the gym)
“I’m sorry, Miss, this is a closed practice.”
(Coach Bolton strides back into the gym)
“But practice is over.”
“Not until the last player leaves the gym, Bolton. Team rules.”
Gabriella:
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir.”
Troy:
“Dad, this is Gabriella Montez.”
“Your detention buddy?”
Gabriella:
“I’ll see you later, Troy. Nice to meet you, Coach Bolton.”
(sternly)
Goodbye.
“Detention was my fault, not hers.”
“You haven’t missed practice in three years. That girl turns up and you’re late twice.”
“That girl is named Gabriella, and she’s very nice.”
“Helping you miss practice doesn’t make her “very nice”. Not in my book. Or your team’s.”
“She’s not a problem, she’s just a girl.”
“But you’re not just “a guy.” You’re the team leader, what you do affects not only this team, but the entire school. Without you completely focused, we won’t win the game Friday. And championship games don’t come along every day… they’re something special.”
“A lot of things are special.”
“You blow this chance, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
“You mean, like you?”
(Stung but hiding it)
(MAD)
“You’re playmaker, Bolton, not a singer.”
Troy:
Did you ever think maybe I could be both? And my name is Troy, Dad, not Bolton!
(Troy heads for the locker room. Coach watches him, at a complete loss with his son.)
