Look Back in Anger Page #3
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super bear-
a super,
marvelous bear!
Bears and squirrels are marvelous.
Eee! Eee! Marvelous and cute.
What the
hell's that?
That's a dance squirrels
do when they're happy.
What makes you think that you are happy?
Jimmy?
Mm-hmm
you know, there was something
i was meaning to tell you.
Alison.
What is it?
Your friend...
she's arrived.
Downstairs.
Oh.
What friend?
Helena charles. I... i meant to explain.
She... she
telephoned.
She's going to play at
the theatre next week.
I see.
she said, "can i come over?"
, and you said, "my husband, jimmy
"if you'll pardon my
using such a dirty word,
"will be delighted to see you.
"He'll kick
your teeth in!"
I asked
her to stay.
You did what?
well, she couldn't find
anywhere else to stay.
That i don't
believe.
So i said she could come here
until she fixes
somewhere else.
Did you tell her to wear her armor?
She's going
to need it.
Why don't you
shut up, please?
Fe,
oh, my dear wi
you have so much to learn.
If only something...
something would happen to waken you
From your beauty sleep.
if you could have a child...
and it would die.
Let it grow.
Let a recognizable human face emerge from
this little mass of
india rubber and wrinkles.
Oh, please, if only
i could see you face that.
you know, i've never had
the great pleasure of lovemaking
When i didn't desire it myself.
oh, it's not that she doesn't have
her own kind of passion, she does.
She just devours
as if i was so me over-large rabbit,
and then lies back,
like a puffed-out python
to sleep it off.
That's me
- that bulge around the navel there.
It's me, if you're wondering what it is.
you'd think this indigestible mass
would stir up some kind of tremor
from those distended, overfed tripes
but not her!
She'll go on sleeping and devouring
until there's nothing left of me
good evening.
Evening,
miss charles.
Did you manage all right?
I don't think i shall ever get used to
having go down to the bathroom
every time i want water for something.
Oh, it is primitive, isn't it?
Mmm.
Oh, god, i wish he'd
lose that damned trumpet.
Well, i imagine it's
for my benefit.
Miss drury will ask us to go soon.
I know she will.
Listen to him.
Do you know she was
actually taking that dog
Into the bathroom?
I think she was going to bathe it.
oh, you mean arnold.
Oh, that's
better.
Does he drink?
Drink?
Oh, he's...he's not an alcoholic,
if that's what
you mean.
Oh, that
trumpet!
It's almost as if he wanted
to kill someone with it-
and me, in particular
never seen such hatred
In somebody's eyes before.
it's slightly
horrifying.
These go
here?
Mmm.
Horrifying.
Oddly exciting.
Tell me...
hmm?
Why did you?
Marry him?
Oh, there must be about
I met him
at a party.
He'd come there
on his bicycle,
and there was oil all over his jacket.
It had been such
a lovely day.
Everything about him
seemed to burn.
His face, the edges of his hair glistened,
and his eyes were so
blue and full of the sun.
So you took him on.
There never seemed to be any choice.
Did he love you?
heh.
A howl of outrage went up from my family.
Well, you can see their point.
And that did it.
He made up his mind to marry me,
went into battle with the
ax swinging round his head,
frail and so
full of fire.
I've never seen
anything like it.
Except that his armor really
didn't shine very much.
Oh, god, now he's
started her up.
Mr. Porter!
Mr. Porter!
Arnold's having
a heart attack!
Hey, boyo!
Stuff that flamin' thing
away somewhere, will you?
You like it,
all right.
Anybody who doesn't like jazz
has no real feeling for
music or for people.
Rubbish.
See what
i mean?
You know, i...
i thought of the title of a new song.
It's called, um...
you can quit hanging
around my counter, mildred,
'cause you'll find my position is closed.
Good?
Very good.
Glad you like it.
If i can slip in
a religious angle,
it might be a big hit.
Don't you think so?
Why do you try so hard to be unpleasant?
What's that?
Do you have to be so offensive?
Offensive?
You think i'm being offensive?
Now?
She underestimates
me, doesn't she?
I think you're a very tiresome young man.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear,
my wife's friends.
"Pass lady bracknell
the cucumber sandwiches."
I'm going out
to the jazz club.
You want to come?
Ok.
Chris barber's
What about you?
You want to come?
I'm going out
with helena.
That's not a direction.
That's an affliction.
I feel so tired.
I dread him coming
into the room.
Listen, darling, you've got to tell him.
Either he learns to behave
like everyone else or-
or?
Or you've got to get out of this menagerie.
He doesn't know what love
or anything else means.
You see that b ear and that squirrel?
well, that's him
, and that's me.
You mean to tell me he's a bit fey
as well as
everything else?
Oh, there's nothing fey about jimmy.
It's the one way we have
of escaping from everything.
A sort of a silly
symphony for people
who can't bear the pain of
being human beings any longer.
Won't it work?
Only if yo u blow it, dear.
why don't you get in there
and liven things up a bit?
Is, and yet, the funny thing
i think i can understand, for instance,
how alison's daddy felt
when he came back from india
the old edwardian brigade made
look pretty tempting.
High summer, long days in the sun,
slim volumes of verse,
as, bright ide
bright uniform.
[Sighs]
a romantic picture.
Phony, too, of course.
It must have rained sometimes.
I must say, it's pretty dreary
living in the american age
unless, of course, you're an american
perhaps all our children will be americans.
That's a thought, isn't it?
I said, "that's a thought!"
Jimmy...
forget about helena.
She's only trying to help.
That unmarried
mother superior.
Black-hearted,
evil-minded,
and vicious.
Oh, you've done it all.
I shouldn't have let you.
Nonsense.
You've got to take
care of yourself now.
Shh.
Everything seems
very different
with you here now.
Does it?
Before, i was on my own.
Now you've
got me.
Yes.
You're not sorry you asked me to stay?
No, of course not.
Cheer up,
boyo.
You look like a laxative commercial...
before.
Up early today, aren't we?
i wanted to get everything done
before i had to go to rehearsal.
Alison mustn't tire herself
looking after on
e man is enough,
but 2 is quite an undertaking
oh, Cliff looks after himself.
Well, i can't say i've noticed it
let's put you in your
place, you welsh trash.
Are you, uh... are you a good actress?
Oh, really.
Since we're going
to be stuck with you
for 2 solid weeks, i
only hope it's worthwhile,
that it adds to the sum of human happiness.
My egg's hard.
Is yours?
I haven't seen yet.
Can't cook, either, can you?
What's this, uh...
what's this play of yours called?
The forgotten heart.
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