The Business Woman Flashcards
OLD MAN: Yeah, those things’ll kill ya!
BUSINESSWOMAN: …running late again, so just tuck the kids in and kiss them good night for me. And please make their lunches for school tomorrow. I’l be leaving early tomorrow for a presentation to a client. Stephanie likes her sandwiches cut into triangles, but I’m sure you already know that, honey. Honey? Damn, no signal down here.
looking around for signal
BUSINESSWOMAN: Excuse me, do you by any chance have a cell phone I could use for a few moments?
LAWYER: I usually get reception in the subway. Hold on.
BUSINESSWOMAN: I’m not exactly sure when mine went dead, so I don’t know how much of the message my husband got, and… any luck?
PROFESSOR: I usually keep mine in my coat pocket, but oddly, I don’t seem to be wearing my coat. Sorry.
BUSINESSWOMAN: I just want him to tell my kids I love them, and that I’m sorry I missed tucking them in again.
NUN: Children are a heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. How many children do you have, dearie?
BUSINESSWOMAN: Two
NUN: I’m sure he’ll tell them for you.
BUSINESSWOMAN: Did anyone happen to see a payphone anywhere in the station?
HOMELESS GIRL: Payphone down here? Yeah, right.
BUSINESSWOMAN: What about upstairs?
NUN: Dearie, don’t worry about it. It sounds like your husband is an expert at this kind of thing.
BUSINESSWOMAN: He is, he is. I just wanted the kids to hear me say good night on the machine before the bed.
OLD MAN: That would be a long-distance call.
BUSINESSWOMAN: Maybe I’ll get home in time to see them. Ben had a little League game tonight. My husband sometimes takes them out for ice cream afterward. Maybe Stephanie won’t fall asleep in the car. Does anyone know when the next train comes?
PROFESSOR: Mine too.
BUSINESSWOMAN: It’s all right. I’ll go upstairs and look for a payphone… oh!
BUSINESSMAN: I was at an ATM when some guy pulled a knife on me. He told me to give him my money, but I took off. I cut through Central Park and came down here.
BUSINESSWOMAN: Central Park?
BUSINESSMAN: Chicago? Now that’s not possible. This is New York.
BUSINESSWOMAN: But… but it’s Seattle. How…?
NUN: The other sisters and I were vacationing in Rome. I’ve wanted to go there all my life. I was sitting in my room reading up on the cathedrals we were going to see tomorrow. I… I believe I dozed off.
BUSINESSWOMAN: This doesn’t make sense. I was walking to the bus stop, talking on my cell phone. Maybe I wasn’t paying close enough attention to where I was going, but I am positive I never entered a subway station.
OLD MAN: Where are we? We’re in a subway station that happens to connect to several different places, including a hospital in Jacksonville, Florida. Don’t you think that’s odd?
BUSINESSWOMAN: This is ridiculous. It must be a dream or something.
NUN: They do say the Lord works in mysterious ways.
BUSINESSWOMAN: This is crazy. Whatever this place is, I have to get home to my family and away from you people. I’m going to find a phone– even if I have to go back up to the street–and call my husband.
LAWYER: I don’t believe her. Maybe this is all a bad dream. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed at the office so late. I’m getting out of here and calling a cab.
BUSINESSWOMAN: There’s no way out.
LAWYER: What?
BUSINESSWOMAN: No stairs up to street level. Just stairways down to the platforms.
PROFESSOR: If we’re dead, does it matter? Our spirits or whatever we are, were brought to this place. I would assume we materialized upstairs or something of that effect.
BUSINESSWOMAN: But my kids… how will they…?
NUN: There, there, dearie. Their father loves them and will get them through this.
BUSINESSWOMAN: That’s not the point. If we’re dead, then I’m never going to see them again. As it is, I haven’t seen them much since my husband got laid off and I went back to work. I’ve missed the past four years of their lives, and now I’m going to miss the rest.
NUN: I’m sure they know you love them.
BUSINESSWOMAN: But I haven’t been there for them. What kind of parent have I been?
LAWYER: Your family needed money to get by, and you took care of that, I assume. What you did was honorable.
BUSINESSWOMAN: You don’t get it, do you? You must not have kids.
PROFESSOR: Why must everyone be a hostile witness to you?
BUSINESSWOMAN: How old do you think she is?
PROFESSOR: Early twenties, I’d say.
BUSINESSWOMAN: Her poor parents. No one should see their children die before them.
HS GIRL: But if I’m home late, my father will kill me. Then he’ll kill you.
BUSINESSWOMAN: No. It’s not fair.
HS GIRL: Once you take me home, you can go back there. And I’m sorry that my parents have a stricter curfew than yours do. At least it’s not raining in here.
BUSINESSWOMAN: They don’t deserve to be here this young.
BUSINESSMAN: Should we tell them where here is?
BUSINESSWOMAN: They may be better off not knowing.
HS BOY: What do you mean you don’t know where it’s going?
BUSINESSWOMAN: It’s a little complicated.
HS BOY: Up or down? What does that mean?
BUSINESSWOMAN: Nothing. Ignore what he’s saying.
HS GIRL: I don’t think you’re getting me home tonight.
BUSINESSWOMAN: Sweetie, don’t say that.
HS GIRL: We do not drink!
BUSINESSWOMAN: Leave the kids alone! This can’t be easy on them.
NUN: You did correct your sin. Perhaps in God’s eyes, you will be forgiven
BUSINESSWOMAN: IS that enough to change the direction of the train? I’ll admit I wasn’t always there for my kids, but I love them. Why should I be doomed for Hell?
OLD MAN: I’ve lived my life. It’s behind me, and there’s nothing I can do to change it. You young folk don’t have that life experience yet. Betcha that’s why she won’t get on.
BUSINESSWOMAN: She’s scared. That’s it.
PROFESSOR: Well, you see…
BUSINESSWOMAN: You had an affair, didn’t you?
PROFESSOR: With one of my students. She was a graduate student– a consenting adult.
BUSINESSWOMAN: That doesn’t make it right.
OLDMAN: She’s right. The last folks wouldn’t stop yapping like you folks. I wanted nothin’ to do with them, so I took a little nap. None of them had the decency to wake me up when the train finally did come. Good, bad, who cares? Just get on the train and move on, I say.
BUSINESSWOMAN: Have you noticed that we’ve all done something we’re not proud of, but otherwise we seem to be relatively decent people?
HS BOY: So you’re saying if this train goes to Hell, the one on the other side goes to Heaven?
BUSINESSWOMAN: Or vice versa. There was another flight of stairs up there. It probably goes to the other side.
HS BOY: You’re not going anywhere with my girl.
BUSINESSWOMAN: I know the way. I’ll go. All right?
HS GIRL: Sorry about that. He’s a bit overprotective.
BUSINESSWOMAN: It’s alright.
HS GIRL: MY boyfriend means well, he really does. He wants to hold on so tightly because I’m leaving for college in a few months and he isn’t. I’m hoping I’ll go and we’ll painlessly drift apart in time, but then I feel awful because I think I’m leading him on. I want to be on my own, find my own life next fall, but I don’t have the heart to tell him that it may be without him. I’m afraid he’ll be devastated, and the last thing I want is to hurt him. Does this make me a bad person?
BUSINESSWOMAN: No worse than the rest of us. You have to be true to yourself, even if that means moving on when others don’t. My I ask why you’re confiding in me?
HS BOY: Wait!
BUSINESSWOMAN: Let her go. Let her move on.
HS BOY: But I promised her I’d take care of her. I couldn’t even get that right.
BUSINESSWOMAN: Maybe we should all move on, to wherever the train takes us. I think that’s what we’re supposed to do.
BUSINESSMAN: What did you learn about the otherside?
BUSINESSWOMAN: Different people, but the same issues we have. But I guess you’ve already figured that out.
OLDMAN: Thanks.
BUSINESSWOMAN: Are you two getting on?
NUN: Just say you have faith.
BUSINESSWOMAN: It’s unfortunate that they won’t join us.
OLDMAN: Well, I’ll be…
BUSINESSWOMAN: So then do both trains go to…?
