Joe and Edna Flashcards
(33 cards)
Where’s all the furniture, honey?
EDNA: They took it away. No installments paid.
JOE: When?
EDNA: Three o’clock.
JOE: They can’t do that.
EDNA: Can’t? They did it.
JOE: Why, the palookas, we paid three-quarters.
EDNA: The man said read the contract.
JOE: We must have signed a phoney. . . .
EDNA: It’s a regular contract and you signed it.
JOE: Don’t be so sour, Edna. . . . (Tries to embrace her.)
EDNA: Do it in the movies. Joe - they pay Clark Gable big money for it.
JOE: This is a heckuva house to come home to. Take my word!
EDNA: Take MY word! Whose fault is it?
JOE: Must you start that stuff again?
EDNA: Maybe you’d like to talk about books?
JOE; I’d like to slap you in the mouth!
EDNA: No you won’t.
JOE: (sheepishly) Jeez, Edna, you get me sore some time. . . .
EDNA: But just look at me - I’m laughing all over!
JOE: Don’t insult me. Can I help it if times are bad? What do you want me to do, jump off a bridge or something?
EDNA: Don’t yell. I just put the kids to bed so they won’t know they missed a meal. If I don’t have Emmy’s shoes soled tomorrow, she can’t go to school. In the meantime let her sleep.The second month’s rent is due tomorrow.
JOE: Don’t look at me that way, Edna.
EDNA: I’m looking through you, not at you. . . .Who’s the man in the family, you or me?
JOE: Gimme a break too! A coffee is all I got all day. I’m hungry, too, Babe.
EDNA: I’ll open a can of salmon.
JOE: Not now. Tell me what to do!
EDNA: I’m not God!
JOE: Jeez, I wish I was a kid again and didn’t have to think about the next minute.
EDNA: But you’re not a kid and you do have to think about the next minute. You got two blondie kids sleeping in the next room. They need food and clothes. I’m not mentioning anything else. For five years I laid awake at night listening to my heart pound. For God’s sake, do something, Joe, get wise. Maybe get your buddies together, maybe go on strike for better money. Poppa did it during the war and they won out. I’m turning into a sour old nag.
JOE: (defending himself) Strikes don’t work!
EDNA: Who told you?
JOE: Besides that means not a nickel a week while we’re out. Then when it’s over they don’t take you
back.
EDNA: Suppose they don’t! What’s to lose?
JOE: Well, we’re averaging six-seven dollars a week now.
EDNA: That just pays for the rent.
JOE: That is something, Edna.
EDNA: It isn’t. They’ll push you down to three and four a week before you know it. Then you’ll say, “That’s somethin’,” too!
JOE: You don’t know a-b-c, Edna.
EDNA: I know this - your boss is making suckers outa you boys every minute. Yes, and suckers out of all the wives and the poor innocent kids who’ll grow up with crooked spines and sick bones.
JOE: You know they’re racketeers. The guys at the top would shoot you for a nickel.
EDNA: Why do you stand for that stuff?
JOE: Don’t you wanna see me alive?
EDNA: (after a deep pause) No … I don’t think I do, Joe. Not if you can lift a finger to do something about it, and don’t. No, I don’t care.
JOE: Honey, you don’t understand what
EDNA: Take your hand away! I got different plans. (Starts to take off her apron.)
JOE: Where are you going?
EDNA: Don’t you remember my old boy friend?
