Anna Christie Page #5

Well, try it.

Faith, that's a woman's game.|Not for a husky like me. You try it, Anna.

No, Matt. You do it. I haven't got|the wind in me that you have.

Hand it over.

Watch me. Sure, I've air enough|in me chest to blow up a balloon.

Well, I don't doubt it.

What do you mean, you don't doubt it?

I was just kidding.

I bet he goes to 40.

Oh, boy.

Step up and roll the sweet mamas|out of their beds.

Make your own sweet mama jealous.

Only 25 cents to see the most|enchanting scene on Coney Island.

Now there's Lily and Clytie|without any nighties.

Hey, you, step right up.

Give us a good free look at the mamas|in their pretty lace hootenannies.

Wanna keep us|in bed all night, tightwad?

Loosen up, lads. Give us a little tumble.

I'll bet you couldn't hit that target if you|stayed until you grew a long, white beard.

- The devil I couldn't.|- Come on, Matt.

Go on and try it.|Bet you can't even hit the net.

- Yeah, how about a home run, Babe Ruth?|- Sure, I dare you to.

With one throw, I could knock them|dames off of their bunks.

Go to it, big boy.

Don't overlook me, carrot top. I have the|shape that makes the old men young...

...and the young men old.|- Attaboy.

- Mama wants Papa.|- Papa wants Mama.

Some mamas too. Now somebody else.

Somebody that packs a mean right.

What we want this time|is a regular he-man.

You shut up or I'll wrap you|around the target.

Don't get sore, big boy.

It's a hot night.|Roll me out of the blanket.

And that be the end to the story|of the whale and the grasshopper.

Oh, Matt, honest,|I ain't ever laughed like this.

- You're funny.|- Sure, I'd think it was blarney...

...if it wasn't meself|was making you laugh.

Oh, sure, Anna, you're crazy about me,|and I'm not after blaming you.

You just hate yourself, don't you, Matt?

Oyster loaf for the lady, sir.

- I ordered milk for the lady.|- Well, I've got it here.

Well, let's drink to our good health.

Here's to you.

And skoal, Matt, to you and me.

- Hot mustard, Matt?|- I don't need it.

- Pepper?|- Full of it.

- Well, here's something you do need.|- Oh, is that so, now?

Well, all right. But if I'm needing sugar,|I know where to look for that.

Oh, we're goofy, Matt.|Just like a couple of kids.

Sure, Anna, when you're in love,|you ain't got the brains of a tick.

What do you mean, love?

You know what I mean, Anna.

It's in me eye and|on the tip of me tongue.

A man like me ain't given to loving|a woman. He knows too much about them.

Every color of them,|from here to the China Sea.

The whole lying, cheating smear of them.|Sailors' bait.

When he comes across|a girl like you, Anna...

...that's as clean as a shell.

You're a lucky girl to be hearing|such talk from the lips of Matt Burke...

...him that the women are so crazy over.

Anna, what's come over you?

Oh, nothing.

Sure, don't lie to me, Anna.|You're as stiff as a corpse.

Hello, dearie.

- Well, I'll be...|- Well, she's a friend of mine.

Aren't you, dearie?

I'm afraid I don't remember you.

- She don't remember me.|- Of course she don't, you old scab.

- Beat it, or I'll have you thrown in the brig.|- No, Matt, maybe I do know her.

That old sea cow?|Go on, clear out of here.

You know a nice young girl|never met the likes of you.

A nice young...?

A nice young...|Pure and white as a lily.

Shut up, or I'll choke the wind|out of your gullet.

Oh, Matt, let her alone.

She don't mean nothing by it.

Anna. Anna, darling.

You see what you've done?|You frightened her.

- Go on, clear out of here.|- I'm going, I'm going.

Let her alone.

Don't go.

I was lying, Matt.

I know her and she knows me.

I recognized her the minute|she stepped across the room.

Shut up, kid. You don't have to|spill over for nobody.

You ain't responsible|for what your old man does.

I'll tell you why|she didn't want to talk to me.

Because I'm a tramp, that's why.

And her old man kicked me off the barge|when she come there to live on it.

Yeah, he didn't want any old wharf rat|around a nice young girl.

Well, it ain't so, though, Matt.|She's lying.

Lying, I'm ly...?

Well, I like your nerve,|all right, all right.

Gee, I'm sorry I came here|to speak to you.

Insulting me. Well, can you beat it?

I'll be toddling along.

I'm glad you found yourself|such a nice, friendly gent.

I hope you're happy, kid.

I'm sorry I bothered you, honest, l...|Oh, forget it, Ann.

You only got one life to live.

And it's a... of a life at that.

Say, skipper, you wouldn't stake me|to a quarter, would you?

You know, I haven't had|a drink in a month.

Take it and beat it.

With pleasure, captain.

Well, so long.

Be a good girl, Ann,|no matter how lonesome.

Happy days. Happy days.

The poor old devil.

Sometimes I feel sorry for them.

Come on, Anna. Don't let it get you down.|Sure, the world's full of them.

I know it's a sad sight for a decent|young girl the like of yourself, darling.

What would you say, Matt,|if I told you that?

Say what, me darling? Tell me what.

Oh, nothing.

Sure, I know what you'll be wanting|to tell me soon, if not this minute...

...that you love me.

Don't be so sure of yourself, Matt.|I'm loving nobody.

And you'll be wanting to marry me,|and maybe I'll be accepting you.

Why, Matt.

You want to marry me?

- Honest?|- Sure, I'll marry you.

Only, don't be putting me to too many|tests, or I might change me mind.

I'm tired, Matt.

I wanna go back to the barge.

You... You think you love|that sailor fella, Anna?

Well, what if I do?

You think maybe you marry him?

No.

I'm glad you don't marry sailor, Anna.|Is bad for woman.

They don't never see their men|only once in long while.

You sit and wait all alone...

...and when their boys|grow up and go on sea...

...they sit and wait some more.

Any girl marry sailor is crazy fool,|I tell you.

Your mother, she tell you same thing|if she was alive.

Well, that ain't why I won't marry him.

I'm not thinking about myself...

...but about him.

He's such a simple guy, a big kid.

And I haven't got the heart to fool him.

You fool him? Oh, you go crazy, I think.

I've been thinking I was myself|the last few days.

I'll be outside.

I love to watch the ships passing.

When Matt comes along,|tell him where I am, will you?

All right, I tell him.

Well, God bless who's here.

How's the world treating you|this afternoon, Anna's father?

Oh, pretty good, if it ain't for some fellas.

Meaning me, do you?

Well, if you ain't|the funny old crank of a man.

Where's herself?

- Where's Anna, I'm after asking you.|- She gone out to look on boat.

Well, I'll be going out to her.

But before I go, I'll take|this chance while we're alone...

...to have a word with you.|And that word is soon done.

I'm marrying your Anna|before this day is out.

You may as well make up|your mind to it, like it or no.

That's easy for saying.

You mean I won't? Is it yourself|is after stopping me, do you think?

- I stop it if it come to worst.|- Sure, it isn't trouble I'm looking for.

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