Scene 1 Flashcards
Paul.
Rachel?
Are you going to say something?
I should probably check on Dad.
Dad’s fine.
Didn’t realise you were telepathic now too.
Smart.
What do you mean ‘find’? What are you talking about ‘find’??? You can’t find someone that’s not lost. She didn’t wander off the trail in the rainforest. She’s not a missing person in a conflict zone.
No I know that. But I think we should talk about this.
Why?
I think we just should.
I don’t think we need to.
Well I want to.
Well then.
That’s not an unreasonable thing to say. I’m not demanding to get my own way here. I’m actually being very adult about this situation.
I don’t think you’ll ever be an adult Rachel. You don’t have it in you.
What does that even mean??
Being an adult’s not just about how many years you have totting up . You can’t just tally it in your notebook and then give yourself a tick.
I am twenty-five years old.
You’re a child.
And you always will be.
Because you have never had to think about another human being.
It’s always been the Rachel Show, hasn’t it.
It’s always going to be the Rachel Show and d’you know what?
I didn’t mind. For ages. I didn’t mind.
Cos actually you were quite fun.
You’ve always been sparky and Loveable.
But I was clever.
And I was
Diligent.
And you just had to take that too because
You just had to be the centre of the universe the sunshine
you couldn’t let me
You never let me have a single thing.
What the hell are you talking about?! You literally came first! You have no idea what it’s like to be someone’s sister.
You have no idea what it’s like to be YOUR sister.
I try so hard to be nice to you. You don’t understand how fucking hard you make it, you’re a misery to be around!
Not everyone’s life can be a delightful hop and skip around/the city
Oh fuck off do I hop and/skip
Not everybody can be Little Miss/Sunshine
I swear to God Pauline.
If you call me that one more time…
You’re spiteful. That’s what you are.
You don’t have any interest in being okay or being happy
You’re too proud of being put upon and d’you know what?
It’s outdated, that is. People are bored of people claiming that misery
makes you better. It doesn’t. It just makes you miserable.
And now-
You’re just a spiteful woman.
Take that back.
I want to be happy.
And what have you got to be sad about? Go on. Tell me how hard your life is.
