AS TR
T, C\'\€ M al ~
Tltrtt-q"ffltrS of,,. hour l,tu. .. .
Tht • through tht big windows ,s fadi.ng graduall , .
y into a st,11-goldtn
L vA,ewt h o,f sunliaht blazts on
dus~. ore tht sidt of a big wattr-tank or oil-drum
tht tmnty lot ~toward tht business Jistri•ct wh'ich u• now • d
,aoss p1eru bl
· ints ofrlighttd windows or win..uow~ .a • h
s rt;.ecttng t e sunset.
pin-poTht three ptoplt art completing a dism
al birthday supper. STA NLE Y
looks sullen. STB LLA is embarrassed and sad.
BtANCHB has a tight, artificial smilt on her drawn fa~e
. Tl,ere is a
fourth pl«t at the table which is left vacant. ~~
~eat~
of\
Dl ~~ BL AN CH E [suJdtnly]: Stanley,
r,\\tCll\tSt\'t
tell us a jok e, ~ll us a fwmy story
e
O\· ~ to make us all laugh. I don 't kno w wh at\
the matter, we' re all so
~ solemn. Is it because tve been stood up by my
beau?
ue STE LLA laughs feebly.
It's the first time in my entire experience with
men, and I've had
a good deal of all sorts, that I've actually
been stood up by any-
9Q J\. (On~ body! Ha- ~! I don 't know how to take it
. ... . Tell us a funny
• little story, Stanley! Something to help us out
t>ell'l!\ .
STA NLE Y: I didn't think you liked
my stories, Blanche.
~~ SC .~ BLANCHE: I like them when they're
amusing but not indecent.
STA NLE Y: I don't kno w any refin
ed enough for you r taste.
BLA NCH E: Then let me tell one.
STE L~A : Yes, you tell one, Blanche. You used to kno
stones. w lots of goo d
Tht music fades.
BLANCHE: Let me sec, now... . I must run through
Oh, yes -I love parrot m re t • '
Well thi stories! Do you all lik Y per o~re;
' bo th Id . e par rot stones.
, s one s a ut c o maid and the
she had a parrot that cursed a blue streak parrot. This old n1aid
expressions than Mr. Kowalski! and kn '
ew n1orc vulgar
STA NLE Y: Huh.
.. BLA NCH E: And the only way to
.. co b--'- . hush the
vcr ~ on its .
cage so 1t would think •parrot up
. was t 0 put t he
\
I
=
fl\.
ti .. to sleep. Well, one morning the old mai 1
: : ~•ght and go back
a Just uncovered the
, SCENE VIII 6S
ot for the day-when who should she sec coming up the front
~ but the preacher! Well, she rushed back to the parrot and
slippcd the cover baclc on_r.theti cage and then she let in the preacher.
And the parrot w~ pence y still, JUSt • as qwct • as a mouse, but
• t as she was asking the preacher how much sugar he wanted
~ushis coffee-the parrot broke the silence with a loud-{sht whistlts)
:nd said-"God damn, but tha~ was a short day!'' 1ocke!>{-awoi~ I
sht throws back htr htaJ and '4ughs. STBLLA also maltts -~~· ;;_ / t{f«.h'vent$
tffectual effort to sttm amustd. STANLEY pays no atttntion to tht
story but reaches way ovtr tht tab It to SP,tar his fork Jnto tht rtmaining
chop which ht tats with his fingtrs. 41\, ~ \ &T\(
BLANCHE: Apparently Mr. Kowalski was not amused.
""
STELLA: Mr. Kowalski is too busy ~ g a pig of himself to think
of anything else! ~ ~ C C \ Gt- dass d~~.
STANLEY: That's right, baby.
StBLtA: Your face and your fingers arc disgustingly grcasy.7Go
and wash up and then hdp me clear the table. ..
• Ht hurls a platt to tht floor. .. V, cler(:e - th(~~~-~,~
-- ,
~fQ.G
.,
STANLEY: That's how I'll dear the table! (Ht stizts ht, arm.] Don't
ever talk that way to me l "Pig-Polack--&sgustin g-vulgar-
grcasy !"-them kind of words have been on your tongue and your
sister's too much around here! What do you two think you arc?
A pair of queens? Remember what ,Huey Long said-"Every ~ Ch({\,~~
llKingr~ And I am the king around here, so don't forget it!~,~oon
[He hurls a cup anti sauar to tM.floor.] My place is cleared ! You want~~ r ~
me to clear your places? tili~N\., ~
STELLA btgins to cry wtalely. STANLEY stalks out on tht porch V
and lights a cigartttt.
Tht Ntgro tnttrtaintrs around tht corntr art htard. I
BtANCHB: What happened while I was bathing? What did he tell
. y9u, Stella? ",
I
STELLA: Nothing, nothing, nothing I _ ... _ ~
BLANca1: I think he told you something about Mitch and me! You r
know why Mitch didn't come but you won't tell me! (STELLA l
S shalus ~! htoJ htlplt_:sly.] I'm going to call him! ti
~JILLA: I wouldn't call him, Blanche. I U...'O~+ wk-q td\ kt-
~LANCBI: I am, rm going to call him on the phone. &~ S~t\\, ca:(\
SrittA fmistrablyl: I wish you wouldn't. ) ~~ ;> (t\OS\,~ :
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T, C\'\€ M al ~
Tltrtt-q"ffltrS of,,. hour l,tu. .. .
Tht • through tht big windows ,s fadi.ng graduall , .
y into a st,11-goldtn
L vA,ewt h o,f sunliaht blazts on
dus~. ore tht sidt of a big wattr-tank or oil-drum
tht tmnty lot ~toward tht business Jistri•ct wh'ich u• now • d
,aoss p1eru bl
· ints ofrlighttd windows or win..uow~ .a • h
s rt;.ecttng t e sunset.
pin-poTht three ptoplt art completing a dism
al birthday supper. STA NLE Y
looks sullen. STB LLA is embarrassed and sad.
BtANCHB has a tight, artificial smilt on her drawn fa~e
. Tl,ere is a
fourth pl«t at the table which is left vacant. ~~
~eat~
of\
Dl ~~ BL AN CH E [suJdtnly]: Stanley,
r,\\tCll\tSt\'t
tell us a jok e, ~ll us a fwmy story
e
O\· ~ to make us all laugh. I don 't kno w wh at\
the matter, we' re all so
~ solemn. Is it because tve been stood up by my
beau?
ue STE LLA laughs feebly.
It's the first time in my entire experience with
men, and I've had
a good deal of all sorts, that I've actually
been stood up by any-
9Q J\. (On~ body! Ha- ~! I don 't know how to take it
. ... . Tell us a funny
• little story, Stanley! Something to help us out
t>ell'l!\ .
STA NLE Y: I didn't think you liked
my stories, Blanche.
~~ SC .~ BLANCHE: I like them when they're
amusing but not indecent.
STA NLE Y: I don't kno w any refin
ed enough for you r taste.
BLA NCH E: Then let me tell one.
STE L~A : Yes, you tell one, Blanche. You used to kno
stones. w lots of goo d
Tht music fades.
BLANCHE: Let me sec, now... . I must run through
Oh, yes -I love parrot m re t • '
Well thi stories! Do you all lik Y per o~re;
' bo th Id . e par rot stones.
, s one s a ut c o maid and the
she had a parrot that cursed a blue streak parrot. This old n1aid
expressions than Mr. Kowalski! and kn '
ew n1orc vulgar
STA NLE Y: Huh.
.. BLA NCH E: And the only way to
.. co b--'- . hush the
vcr ~ on its .
cage so 1t would think •parrot up
. was t 0 put t he
\
I
=
fl\.
ti .. to sleep. Well, one morning the old mai 1
: : ~•ght and go back
a Just uncovered the
, SCENE VIII 6S
ot for the day-when who should she sec coming up the front
~ but the preacher! Well, she rushed back to the parrot and
slippcd the cover baclc on_r.theti cage and then she let in the preacher.
And the parrot w~ pence y still, JUSt • as qwct • as a mouse, but
• t as she was asking the preacher how much sugar he wanted
~ushis coffee-the parrot broke the silence with a loud-{sht whistlts)
:nd said-"God damn, but tha~ was a short day!'' 1ocke!>{-awoi~ I
sht throws back htr htaJ and '4ughs. STBLLA also maltts -~~· ;;_ / t{f«.h'vent$
tffectual effort to sttm amustd. STANLEY pays no atttntion to tht
story but reaches way ovtr tht tab It to SP,tar his fork Jnto tht rtmaining
chop which ht tats with his fingtrs. 41\, ~ \ &T\(
BLANCHE: Apparently Mr. Kowalski was not amused.
""
STELLA: Mr. Kowalski is too busy ~ g a pig of himself to think
of anything else! ~ ~ C C \ Gt- dass d~~.
STANLEY: That's right, baby.
StBLtA: Your face and your fingers arc disgustingly grcasy.7Go
and wash up and then hdp me clear the table. ..
• Ht hurls a platt to tht floor. .. V, cler(:e - th(~~~-~,~
-- ,
~fQ.G
.,
STANLEY: That's how I'll dear the table! (Ht stizts ht, arm.] Don't
ever talk that way to me l "Pig-Polack--&sgustin g-vulgar-
grcasy !"-them kind of words have been on your tongue and your
sister's too much around here! What do you two think you arc?
A pair of queens? Remember what ,Huey Long said-"Every ~ Ch({\,~~
llKingr~ And I am the king around here, so don't forget it!~,~oon
[He hurls a cup anti sauar to tM.floor.] My place is cleared ! You want~~ r ~
me to clear your places? tili~N\., ~
STELLA btgins to cry wtalely. STANLEY stalks out on tht porch V
and lights a cigartttt.
Tht Ntgro tnttrtaintrs around tht corntr art htard. I
BtANCHB: What happened while I was bathing? What did he tell
. y9u, Stella? ",
I
STELLA: Nothing, nothing, nothing I _ ... _ ~
BLANca1: I think he told you something about Mitch and me! You r
know why Mitch didn't come but you won't tell me! (STELLA l
S shalus ~! htoJ htlplt_:sly.] I'm going to call him! ti
~JILLA: I wouldn't call him, Blanche. I U...'O~+ wk-q td\ kt-
~LANCBI: I am, rm going to call him on the phone. &~ S~t\\, ca:(\
SrittA fmistrablyl: I wish you wouldn't. ) ~~ ;> (t\OS\,~ :
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