| MARTHA |
(so-thereish)- Well, I am.
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| GEORGE |
I wouldn’t, if I were
you. |
| MARTHA |
Oh ... you wouldn’t.
Well, you’re not! |
| GEORGE |
Now, you’ve already
sprung a leak about you-know-what... |
| MARTHA |
(a duck)- What? What? |
| GEORGE |
about the apple of your
eye ... the sprout ... the little bugger (Spits
it out.) ... our son ... and if you start in on
this other business, I warn you, Martha, it’s going to make
me angry. |
| MARTHA |
I stand warned! (Pause ...
then, to HONEY and NICK). I had it all planned out ... He was the
groom ... he was going to be groomed. He’d take over some
day ... first, he’d take over the History Department, and
then, when Daddy retired, he’d take over the college ... you
know? That’s the way it was supposed to be. (To GEORGE.) You
getting angry, baby? Hunh? (Now back.) Daddy seemed to think it
was a pretty good idea, too. For a while. Until he watched for a
couple of years! (To GEORGE again.) You getting angrier? (Now back.)
Until he watched for a couple of years and started thinking that
maybe Georgie-boy didn’t have the stuff... that he didn’t
have it in him! |
| GEORGE |
Stop it, Martha! |
| MARTHA |
(viciously triumphant)-
The hell I will! You see, George didn’t have much ... push
... he wasn’t particularly aggressive. In fact he was sort
of a ... (Spits the word at GEORGE’S back.) ... a FLOP! A
great ... big ... fat FLOP! (CRASH! Immediately after FLOP! GEORGE
breaks a bottle against the portable bar and stands there, still.
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