| GEORGE |
Your father has tiny red
eyes...like a white mouse. In fact, he is a white mouse.
|
| MARTHA |
You wouldn’t dare
say a thing like that if he was here! You’re a coward! |
| GEORGE |
(to
HONEY and NICK)-
You know ... that great shock of white hair, and those little beady
red eyes ... a great big white mouse. |
| MARTHA |
George hates Daddy ... not
for anything Daddy’s done to him, but for his own... |
| GEORGE |
(nodding
... finishing it for her) - inadequacies. |
| MARTHA |
(offended)
— You think I’m kidding? You think I’m joking?
I never joke ... I don’t have a sense of humour. (Almost
pouting.) I have a fine sense of the ridiculous, but
no sense of humour. (Affirmatively.)
I have no sense of humour! After I got done with college and stuff,
I came back here and sort of... sat around, for a while. I wasn’t
married or anything ... and I came back here and sort of sat around
for a while. I was hostess for Daddy and I took care of him ...
and it was ... nice. It was very nice. And I got the idea, about
then, that I’d marry into the college ... Why don’t
you come over here and sit by me? |
| NICK |
(indicating
HONEY, who is barely with it) — I ... don’t think
I ... should ... I ... |
| MARTHA |
Suit yourself. So, I was
sort of on the lookout, for prospects with the new men. And a lot
of the new men were married. (With a strange smile.) Like you, baby.
But then along came George. WHO was young ... intelligent and ...
bushy-tailed, and ... sort of cute ... if you can imagine it ... |