Act One Flashcards
Mary: But not here.
Hello, Johnny. Mary, have you got the next?
Johnny: Hey, McAdams
What? (wait) You better hurry up or we’ll get docked.
Johnny: You should worry.
Listen, I need the money…What do you want?
Johnny: Dancing…How old were you when you learned?
I don’t know. About seven. Seven or eight.
Johnny: Seven or eight. Did you learn that early?
That’s how old I was when I started dancing school.
Johnny: Oh, You went to a school for it.
Every God damn Saturday, till I went away to school.
Johnny: It took that long. Other guys it didn’t take that long.
It doesn’t take that long. You could learn in a couple of hours.
Johnny: Could you show me how? Lunch hour, could you show me?
I could show you how to waltz, but I wouldn’t here. The other guys would give us the razz.
Johnny: There’s nobody in the oil shack doorn lunch hour.
All you have to do is…Watch.
Foreman: What the hell are you two…? Get back to work you God damn lazy bastards. You, McAdams, I’ll turn you in to your old man.
We’re going, we’re going. (to Johnny) You’re an athlete. You could learn it in no time.
Johnny: Athlete.
If I could pitch a drop like yours - well, I’d still want to dance.
Beginning of act 3, Johnny and Red are about to dance.
Hey, Johnny, congratulations.
Johnny: Hyuh, Bob. You didn’t come back to the plant this summer.
No, I have to crack the books. I’m going to a tutoring school.
Johnny: A what?
Oh, I have to make up some studies.
Johnny: By rights you ought to get this…This is Bob McAdams. He showed me how to dance.
All I did was get you started. What’s your name, little one?
Red: Will I tell him?
Johnny: Sure. Her name is Theresa McDonald, but Red is what we call her.
How about a dance, Red?
Red: Ask my escort.
All right, escort?
Johnny: Sure. I’ll hold the baby while you dance with her.
Hey, a wisecrack. (dance) Where you from, Red?
Red: That’s for me to know and you to find out.
Are you Johnny’s girl?
Red: I consider that a personal question.
So do I. I don’t know what else you could consider it, Red.
Red: I consider the source of that remark.
You sound as if you were in a considerate mood tonight. Are you? If so, I have a car. Okay?
Red: Ask me no questions I’ll tell you no lies.
You ARE Johnny’s girl.
Red: Nobody’s Johnny’s girl.
What happened to Mary Stukitis?
Red: Oh, you know Mary?
Casually.
Red: Johnny’s got her on the brain.
Well, I don’t blame him for that.
Red: She’s a regular tramp.
Mary? No.
Red: Aah, you. You’re like him. Making excuses for her.
No, I just said she wasn’t a tramp.
Red: All right, where is she?
All right. WHERE is she?
Red: Her parents don’t know. Or maybe they do. Maybe they just ain’t telling.
Oh, she isn’t home any more?
Red: Since last Feb-uary. She left town with a traveling salesman.
Mary? I didn’t know that. Did she get married?
Red: Huh. April she wrote to Johnny for money.
How do you know?
Red: How do I know. He got drunk and told me, that’s how I know.
Johnny got drunk?
Red: He gets slopped all the time. You’re the McAdams that your father owns the steel mill.
Check.
Red: I thought I reccanize your name. THAT McAdams.
Johnny gets fried, eh? What about basketball? What about baseball?
Red: Dancing, that’s all he cares about any more. Him and I won four cups this year. We got an offer to go on the stage.
In a year’s time? A year ago Johnny couldn’t dance two steps.
Red: Don’t take the credit. He’s a natural dancer from the word go. All somebody had to do was start him. I guess it was you.
Are you going on the stage?