Monologue

Question 1

(Molly and Mrs. B are squeezed in a tiny cabin)

Answer 1

First class ain’t what it used to be.

Question 2

Course,

Answer 2

back in my salad days, I was a green girl bringing up brats in a big, breezy brownstone in Brighton.
That was a tight spot, too, and hell on the household help. Especially the kitchen boy - a lovely island lad who cooked a cunning cannelloni, plus a pasta fazool to make you drool.

Question 3

But oh,

Answer 3

it made the master mad how the mistress moaned fer ‘is manicotti. He beat that boy something brutal, but the boy didn’t say boo.

Question 4

Point is -

Answer 4

we must button our beaks and be brave like that boy, or my name’s not Betty Brumbrake.

Question 5

Now,

Answer 5

you might well be afraid you’ll never clap eyes on your father again, and it cuts me to the core,

Question 6

But never show

Answer 6

that sorry Slank the slightest sniff of fear.

Question 7

There are

Answer 7

men who can smell it on you, Molly, and they make you pay… (breaks down sobbing)