Act I? Scene 6 Flashcards
Orange juice? Certainly!
You’re sure you don’t want something stronger? I’ll ring if you like
Hello
Hello, fancy seeing you here
Not now, thanks. This is fine.
Don’t tell me you’ve forsaken your beloved whiskey-and-whiskies-
I expect that at one time I secretly wanted to be a writer
Dexter, would you mind doing something for me?
Anything, what?
Get the hell out of here.
You need me too much
Would you mind telling me just what it is you’re hanging around for? No- please don’t go! I’d honestly much prefer it if you wouldn’t.
As a writer this ought to be right up your street
Don’t miss a word!
Honestly, you never looked better in your life; your getting a fine tawny look-
Oh, we’re going to talk about me, are we? Goody.
- she was a dumpy little thing originally
- Only as it happens, I’m not interested in myself, for the moment. What interests me now, is what, if any, your real point is, in-
You’re far and away you’re favorite person in the world
Dexter in case you don’t know it I -
Shall I go on?
Oh, yes, please do, by all means-
Of course she is kindness itself Mr. Connor
Itself Mr.Connor
For instance, she never had the slightest sympathy toward nor understanding of what used to be known as my dark and gorgeous thirst
That was your problem!
You were no helpmate there- Tracy- you were a scold
It was disgusting. It made you so unattractive
Oh-never mind
Say it-
- but that a kind of priest to a virgin goddess, then my drinks grew more frequent and deeper in hue, that’s all
I never considered you as that nor myself!
And the night you got drunk on champagne , and climbed out on the roof and stood naked, with your arms out to the moon, wailing like a banshee-
I told you I never had the slightest recollection of doing any such thing.
You wanted to- Mr. Connor what would you say in the case of-
He’s a reporter incidentally. He’s doing us for Destiny
A pity we can’t supply photographs of you on the roof
Honestly the fuss you made over that silly, childish-
The moon is also a goddess, chaste and virginal
Stop using those foul words! We were married nearly a year weren’t we?
It’s an affair of the spirit- not of the flesh
Dexter, what are you trying to make me out as?
Tracy, what do you fancy yourself as?
I don’t know that I fancy myself as anything
How in the world can you even think of it?
I love him that’s why! As I never began to love you
He’s just a tower
You’ve known him how long?- half a day.
I knew him for two days two years ago, the time I went up to the fields with your father, but half a day would’ve done, I think
It’s just personal then-
Purely and completely
You couldn’t possibly understand him or his qualities. I shouldn’t expect you to
I suppose when you come right don to it, Tracy, it just offends my vanity to have anyone who was ever remotely my wife, remarry so obviously beneath her
“Beneath” me! How dare you- any of you- in this day and age use such a -?
You could marry !ac, the night watch man, and I’d cheer for you
And what’s wrong with George?
He’s a wizard at his job, and I’m sure he is honest, sober, and industrious. He’s just not for you
He is for me- he’s a great man, and a good man; already he’s of national importance.
He’ll give you no out as I did.
I won’t require one.
There’s something engaging about it, this virgin goddess business, something more challenging to the male than he more obvious charms
really?
This citadel will and shall be taken- and I’m just the boy to do it
You seem quite contemptuous of me all the sudden
Your so- called strength- your prejudice against weakness- your blank intolerance-
Is that all?
You’re a special class of American female now- the Merry Maidens- and a type of Philadelphiaensis, you’re the absolute tops, my dear
Damn your should, Dext, if you say another-!
You see- it’s no use even attempting to be friendly
Certainly not. You were a dear to try. Please don’t mind him.
You got taken when you bought that roan. She’s parrot-jawed
Get into a tub. You’re revolting.
What’s more she swallows wind by the bucket
Where’s Miss Imbrie? Wasn’t she with you?
She’s gone to the privy ugh Uncle Willie
It’s anyone’s guess what this might be. It’s, why- it’s a photograph of the True Love