Kewpie Act 2 Flashcards
Pike: And this bantam rooster showin’ another side of the picture.
What makes you go?
Pearl: I’m not sex starved, do you hear? I’m not!
The door is pushed open by Kewpie
Pike: Takin’ care of furnaces, Citizens! (Exits.)
He swallowed a load of carpet tacks. (Pearl moves away). You’re afraid of me, Mabel.
Pearl: You’re afraid of yourself. (Pearl exists as Gus enters)
P.S., how’s Libby, Gus?
Gus: Don’t you know?
Come again? (No answer). Libby says your spark plug’s falling apart. Maybe you could use a few bucks to fix it?
Gus: don’t want a wooden nickel off you, Mr. Kewpie!
A few bucks should like the promised land to you—take ‘em!
Gus: what for?
Don’t gimme no kibitz. Take it!
Gus: yes, we know why you’re giving me money. Here, I want you to keep away from my daughter’s house when he’s out lookin for work in the morning!
P.S., you’re nuts!
Gus: yes, I know what I am—a very ordinary person. But do you hear what I say? You hear? Do you?
(Scornfully): your nose is bleeding!
Gus: just you keep away from there and don’t gimme no money! Don’t buy me!
(Taking hold of Gus, who shakes him off): Button up your funny mouth, Gussie!
Gus: I tried to speak to her, but she don’t listen. All I’m good for is to my mind my grandchild while she takes in a movie. You’re a small/time character, that’s what it is, the whole thing! (Begins to cry).
Why the gush?
The whole world’s Fallon’ to pieces, right under our eyes.
Kewpie (disgusted): where’s Ben?
Gus: no money! Hear that? No buyin’ honor!
Kewpie: Aaah…(Exits in disgust to kitchen)
Julie: when I make a good run, no one sees it. Twelve. Kewpie come yet?
(Kewpie enters): Get a load of the dress-up
Julie: makes me feel good.
Kewpie: lost your shirt in the market?
Julie: first time in almost two years I wore it. Got any new card tricks?
Kewpie: no new ones. (To Ben, until now only side-glanced.) chase the Boy Scout out.
Julie: no, I don’t mind.
Got any tips on the market?
Julie: sure try “poison on the crib”! (He starts out one exit but changes his mind and goes the other way)
He looks terrible
Kewpie: he looks terrible Ben: yeah…
They can’t fix him up?
Kewpie: they can’t fix him up? Ben: No…
Slow death.