The Rose Tattoo Page #3

the difference between a not-so-good

and a very good time

in New Orleans.

Wait till you see how sexy.

Where did I put the wristwatch?

Is my blouse ready, honey?

Oh, I'm late for the graduation

of my daughter.

- I can't find her graduation present.

- Well, I'm late, too.

- Come on, now. Where's the blouse?

- Blouse?

What blouse?

Oh, no ready.

I had to make 14 graduation

dresses. You know?

Well, now, a promise is a promise,

and an excuse is just an excuse, now.

Yeah, but I got to go

to the high school now.

Yeah, I know, but we gotta go

to the convention in New Orleans.

- Where is that wristwatch?

- Here. Here. Here it is.

Now, come on, woman.

Get started and sew them

bandanas together.

If you don't do it, I'm gonna report you

to the Chamber of Commerce

and have your license revoked.

What license you talking about?

I have no license.

You hear that, Flora?

- She don't have no license.

- No.

She's operating against the law

without no license?

Yeah.

I stitch them together, OK.

OK. OK.

OK.

Train's pulling out!

- You and your stinking blouse.

- Flora.

You know there's another one

at 12:
45.

I fail to understand

why it's so important

for you to pick up

a polka-dot blouse.

- You make me sick.

- Come on, now, Flora. Sit down.

You're gonna wear your feet out

before we get to the city.

You let me worry about my own feet.

I heard that the convention delegates

caught a girl on Canal Street.

- Yeah?

- And they tore the clothes off her

and sent her home in a taxi!

I double-dog dare anybody

to try that on me.

You?

You'd walk home.

You two ladies,

watch how you talk in here.

This is a respectable house.

Oh, well...

...excuse me.

Polly want a cracker?

No, he don't want a cracker.

Polly, no.

There's some delegates

to the convention on the highway.

- No kidding?

- Yeah. Right there, see?

Yell something at them!

Mademoiselle from Armentieres

- Parlay-voo

- Parlay-voo

Mademoiselle from Armentieres

Parlay-voo

Mademoiselle from Armentieres

Hasn't been kissed in 40 years

Look at that one. Isn't he cute?

- Come on over here.

- Come on out.

I told you women.

You are not in a honky-tonk.

You. Take your blouse now

and get out.

Get out on the streets

where you belong.

This is the house

of Rosario Delle Rose,

and I won't have dirty talk in here.

- Who's talking dirty?

- Yeah, who is?

You. You are. You are.

Dirty talk.

All the time, "Men, men, men. "

- You two man-crazy things, you.

- Sour grapes.

Sour grapes is your trouble.

You are just wild with envy.

Come on, Bessie, let's get

out of here. Forget the...

Now just wait a minute. I don't accept

insults from anybody. Hear?

Go on. Go on the street and pick up

a man on Canal Street,

but not in my house at my windows.

Here is the memory of my husband,

with a...

With a body like a young boy

and skin on him smooth and sweet

as a yellow rose petal.

I'm satisfied to remember,

because I had the best,

and not the second best,

but the only best, a rose.

- A rose, was he?

- A rose, a rose.

Yeah, a rose of an Italian

that got shot

smuggling stuff under a load

of bananas.

Get out. Get out! I'm satisfied

to remember the love of a man

that was mine, only mine.

Never touched by nobody.

Nobody but me. Just me.

- Never touched by nobody?

- Nobody. Nobody but me.

Well, I know somebody

that could a tale unfold.

And not no further

than the Mardi Gras Club is.

Estelle Hohengarten,

the blackjack dealer from Texas.

Bessie, get into your blouse,

and let's get out of here.

Well, everybody knows.

All come out at the inquest.

Serafina was laying there in bed

with her eyes shut tight

and the sheet pulled over her head

like a... Like a female ostrich.

Tie this blasted thing on me,

will you?

It was a romance too.

Not no fly-by-night thing,

but a real steady affair

that went on for more than a year.

Oh, leave her in ignorance.

Ignorance is bliss.

He had a rose tattoo on his chest,

the stuck-up thing.

Estelle was so gone on him that

she went down to Bourbon Street

and had one put on her too.

Yeah, a rose tattoo on her chest,

same as the macaroni's.

- Liar! Liar!

- Bessie, let's go.

- Let's get out of here.

- Let her howl her head off.

You don't know what you're saying!

- You don't understand! Liar!

- A rose tattoo on her chest!

- Police!

- Liar!

- Get out!

- Murder! Police!

- Get out!

- Sour grapes! That's your problem.

- Sour grapes!

- Help! Murder! Police!

I'm gonna have her arrested.

I'm gonna call the police.

I'm gonna have you arrested,

hear?

- Oh, leave. Let's go.

- Have me arrested.

You and your yellow rose petals.

- Sour grapes!

- Have me arrested.

Sour grapes!

Rosario, give me a sign.

Tell me is not true.

Rosario, tell me is not true.

Tell me is not true.

Lady, give me a sign.

Tell me is not true.

It's my money.

I can spend it how I like.

Well, pretend you didn't

buy them for me.

Tell Mama they're for her.

You're sure dying for me to make

a good impression on her, aren't you?

She's got the wrong idea about you,

that's why.

Now, say the roses are for her.

Please, Jack.

Mama must have gone out.

There is a key in the mailbox.

- How do you know she's out?

- The door was locked.

And all the shutters are closed.

Put down the flowers.

Come here.

I want to teach you a little Italian word.

- The word is bacio.

- Bacio? What's it mean?

This.

And this.

Just think.

A week ago Friday

I didn't know boys existed.

Did you know girls existed

before the dance?

I knew they existed.

Do you remember what you said

to me on the dance floor?

"Honey, you are dancing too close. "

Well, it was hot in the gym,

and the floor was crowded.

When my girlfriend was teaching

me how to dance, I asked her,

"How do you know which way

the boy is going to move?"

And she said,

"You've got to feel how the boy's

going to move with your body. "

I said,

"How do you feel

with your body?"

And she said,

"By pressing up close. "

That's why I pressed up close.

I didn't realize that I was.

You're blushing.

Don't go away.

And a few minutes later

you said to me,

"Gee, you're beautiful. "

I said, "Excuse me,"

and I ran to the ladies' room.

Do you know why?

To look at myself in the mirror.

For the first time in my life,

I felt I was beautiful.

You made me feel beautiful

when you said I was.

You are beautiful, Rosa.

So much, I...

Sta' zitta, cretina.

- I knew somebody was in here.

- Mama?

- Are you there, Mama?

- No, no. I'm not.

I'm dead and buried.

- Maybe I'd better go wait outside.

- No. No, you stay right here.

Mama...

...Jack is with me.

Are you dressed up nicely?

Why is it so dark in here?

Jack, open the shutters.

I want to introduce you to my mother.

- Hadn't I better go out...?

- No.

Mama, you said you were

dressed up pretty.

Jack, stay out for a minute, huh?

What's happened?

What's happened, Mama?

Look, put this on.

So... So... Here.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes