THE GLASS MENAGERIE,
by Tennessee Williams, 1944
SCENE 7, Script
Half an hour later. Dinner is just being finished in the upstage area
which is concealed by the drawn portières.
JIM: Hey, there, Mr Light Bulb !
[AMANDA laughs nervously.
LEGEND: 'SUSPENSION OF A PUBLIC SERVICE! .]
AMANDA: Where was Moses when the lights went out? Ha-ha. Do you know the answer to that one, Mr O'Connor?
JIM: No, Ma'am, what's the answer?
AMANDA: In the dark!
[JIM laughs appreciatively.]
Everybody sit still. I'll light the candles. Isn't it lucky we have them on the table? Where's a match? Which of you gentlemen can provide a match?
AMANDA: Thank you, Sir.
JIM: Not at all, Ma'am!
AMANDA: I guess the fuse has burnt out. Mr O'Connor, can you tell a burnt-out fuse? I know I can't and Tom is a total loss when it comes to mechanics.
[SOUND: GETTING UP: VOICES RECEDE A LITTLE TO KITCHENETTE.]
Oh, be careful you don't bump into something. We don't want our gentleman caller to break his neck. Now wouldn't that be a fine howdy-do?
JIM: Ha-ha! Where is the fuse-box?
AMANDA: Right here next to the stove. Can you see anything?
JIM: just a minute.
AMANDA: Isn't electricity a mysterious thing? Wasn't it Benjamin Franklin
who tied a key to a kite?
JIM: No, Ma'am. All these fuses look okay to me.
TOM: Yes, Mother?
AMANDA: That light bill I gave you several days ago. The one I told you we got the notices about?
TOM: Oh. - Yeah.
AMANDA: You didn't neglect to pay it by any chance?
TOM: Why, I -
AMANDA: Didn't ! I might have known it !
JIM: Shakespeare probably wrote a poem on that light bill, Mrs Wingfield.
AMANDA: I might have known better than to trust him with it! There's such a high price for negligence in this world!
JIM: Maybe the poem will win a ten-dollar prize.
AMANDA: We'll just have to spend the remainder of the evening in the nineteenth century, before Mr Edison made the Mazda lamp!
JIM: Candlelight is my favourite kind of light.
AMANDA: That shows you're romantic! But that's no excuse for Tom.
JIM: Ha-ha !
A M A N D A: Tom, as a penalty for your carelessness you can help me
with the dishes.
JIM: Let me give you a hand.
A M A N D A: Indeed you will not !
JIM: I ought to be good for something.
AMANDA: Good for something? [Her tone is rhapsodic.] You? Why,
Mr O'Connor, nobody, nobody's given me this much entertainment in years
- as you have !
JIM: Aw, now, Mrs Wingfield !
AMANDA: I'm not exaggerating, not one bit! But Sister is all by her lonesome.
You go keep her company in the parlour ! I'll give you this lovely old
candelabrum that used to be on the altar at the church of the Heavenly
Rest. It was melted a little out of shape when the church burnt down.
Lightning struck it one spring.
AMANDA: And how about you coaxing Sister to drink a little wine? I think
it would be good for her ! Can you carry both at once?
JIM: Sure. I'm Superman!
AMANDA: Now, Thomas, get into this apron !
[The door of kitchenette swings closed on Amanda's gay laughter; the
flickering light approaches the portières.
JIM: Hello, there, Laura.
LAURA [faintly]: Hello. [She clears her throat.]
JIM: How are you feeling now? Better?
LAURA: Yes. Yes, thank you.
JIM: This is for you. A little dandelion wine. [He extends it toward
her with extravagant gallantry.]
LAURA: Thank you.
JIM: Drink it - but don't get drunk!
[He laughs heartily. LAURA takes the glass uncertainly; laughs shyly.]
Where shall I set the candles?
LAURA: Oh - oh, anywhere. . . ,
JIM -. How about here on the floor? Any objections?
JIM: I'll spread a newspaper under to catch the drippings. I like to
sit on the floor. Mind if I do?
LAURA: Oh, no.
JIM: Give me a pillow?
JIM: A pillow !
LAURA:Oh ... [Hands him one quickly.]
JIM: How about you? Don't you like to sit on the floor?
LAURA: Oh - yes.
JIM: Why don't you, then?
LAURA: I - Will.
JIM: Take a pillow ! [LAURA does. Sits on the other side of the candelabrum.
JIM crosses his legs and smiles engagingly as her.] I can't hardly
see you sitting way over there.
LAURA: I can - see you.
JIM: I know, but that's not fair, I'm in the limelight. [LAURA moves
her pillow closer.] Good ! Now I can see you ! Comfortable?
JIM: So am I . Comfortable as a cow ! Will you have some gum?
LAURA: No, thank you.
JIM: I think that I will indulge, with your permission, [Musingly
unwraps it and holds it up.] Think of the fortune made by the guy
that invented the first piece of chewing gum. Amazing, huh? The Wrigley
Building is one of the sights of Chicago. - I saw it summer before last
when I went up to the Century of Progress. Did you take in the Century
LAURA: No, I didn't.
JIM: Well, it was quite a wonderful exposition. What impressed me most
was the Hall of Science. Gives you an idea of what the future will be
in America, even more wonderful than the present time is! [Pause. Smiling
at her.] Your brother tells me you're shy. Is that right, Laura?
LAURA: I - don't know.
JIM: I judge you to be an old-fashioned type of girl. Well, I think that's
a pretty good type to be. Hope you don't think I'm being too personal
- do you?
LAURA [hastily, out of embarrassment]: I believe I will take a
piece of gum, if you - don't mind. [Clearing her throat.] Mr O'Connor,
have you - kept up with your singing?
JIM: Singing? Me?
LAURA: Yes. I remember what a beautiful voice you had.
JIM: When did you hear me sing?
[VOICE OFF STAGE IN THE PAUSE]
JIM: You say you've heard me sing?
LAURA: Oh, yes! Yes, very often I don't suppose - you remember me - at
JIM [smiling doubtfully]: You know I have an idea I've seen you
before. I had that idea soon as you opened the door. It seemed almost
like I was about to remember your name. But the name that I started to
call you - wasn't a' name! And so I stopped myself before I said it.
LAURA: Wasn't it - Blue Roses?
JIM: [springs up. Grinning]: Blue Roses ! - My gosh, yes - Blue
Roses! That's what I had on my tongue when you opened the door !
LAURA: I didn't expect you to. You - barely knew me !
JIM: But we did have a speaking acquaintance, huh?
LAURA: Yes, we - spoke to each other.
JIM: When did you recognize me?
LAURA: Oh, right away !
JIM: Soon as I came in the door?
LAURA: When I heard your name I thought it was probably you. I knew that
Tom used to know you a little in high school. So when you came in the
door Well, then I was - sure.
JIM: Why didn't you say something, then?
LAURA [breathlessly]: I didn't know what to say, I was - too surprised
JIM: For goodness' sakes I You know, this sure is funny !
LAURA: Yes I Yes, isn't it, though ...
JIM: Didn't we have a class in something together?
LAURA: Yes, we did.
JIM: What class was that?
LAURA: It was - singing - Chorus !
JIM: Aw !
LAURA: I sat across the aisle from you in the Aud.
LAURA: Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays.
JIM: Now I remember - you always came in late.
LAURA: Yes, it was so hard for me, getting upstairs. I had that brace
on my leg - it clumped so loud I
JIM: I never heard any clumping.
LAURA [wincing at the recollection]: To me it sounded like thunder
JIM: Well, well, well, I never even noticed.
LAURA: And everybody was seated before I came in. I had to walk in front
of all those people. My seat was in the back row. I had to go clumping
all the way up the aisle with everyone watching I
JIM: You shouldn't have been self-conscious.
LAURA: I know, but I was. It was always such a relief when the singing
JIM: Aw, yes, I've placed you now I I used to call you Blue Rom. How
was it that I got started calling you that?
LAURA: I was out of school a little while with pleurosis. When I came
back you asked me what was the matter. I said I had pleurosis - you thought
I said Blue Roses That's what you always called me after that I
JIM: I hope you didn't mind.
LAURA: Oh, no - I liked it. You see, I wasn't acquainted with many -
JIM: As I remember you sort of stuck by yourself.
LAURA: I - I - never have had much luck at - making
JIM: I don't see why you wouldn't.
LAURA:' . Well, I - started out badly.
JIM: You mean being -
LAURA: Yes, it sort of - stood between me -
JIM: You shouldn't have let it !
LAURA: I know, but it did, and -
JIM: You were shy with people !
LAURA: I tried not to be but never could -
JIM: Overcome it?
LAURA: No, I - I never could !
JIM: I guess being shy is something you have to work out of
LAURA [sorrowfully]: Yes - I guess it -
JIM: Takes time !
LAURA: Yes -
JIM - People arc not so dreadful when you know them. That's what you
have to remember ! And everybody has
LAURA:: Yes ! [She rises and crosses to table.]
JIM: It said I was bound to succeed in anything I went into!
[LAURA returns with the annual.] Holy Jeez ! The Torch
! [He accepts it reverently. They smile across it with
LAURA:: Here you are in The Pirates of Penzance!
JIM: [wistfully] : I sang the baritone lead in that operetta.
LAURA [raptly]: So - beautifully!
JIM [protesting]: Aw -
LAU R A: Yes, yes - beautifully - beautifully !
JIM: You heard me?
LAURA: All three times !
JIM: No !
LAURA: Yes !
JIM: All three performances?
LAURA [looking down]: Yes.
LAURA: I - wanted to ask you to - autograph my programme.
JIM: Why didn't you ask me to?
LAURA: You were always surrounded by your own friends so much that I
never had a chance to.
JIM: You should have just
LAURA: Well, I - thought you might think I was
JIM: Thought I might think you was - what?
JIM [with reflective relish]: I was beleaguered by females In
LAURA: You were terribly popular !
LAURA: You had such a - friendly way
JIM: I was spoiled in high school.
LAURA: Everybody - liked you !
JIM: Including you?
LAURA: I - yes, I - I did, too - [She gently closes the book in her
JIM: Well, weH, well ! - Give me that programme, Laura. [She hands
it to him. He signs it with a flourish.] There youare - better late
than never !
LAURA: Oh, I - what a - surprise!
JIM: My signature isn't worth very much tight now. But some day - maybe - it will increase in value ! Being disappointed is one thing and being discouraged is something else. I am disappointed but I am not discouraged. I'm twenty-three years old. How old are you?
LAURA:: I'll be twenty-four in June.
JIM: That's not old age!
LAURA: No, but
JIM: You finished high school?
LAURA [with difficulty]: I didn't go back.
JIM: You mean you dropped out?
LAURA: I made bad grades in my final examinations. [She rises and
replaces the book and the programme. Her voice strained.] How is -
Emily Meisenbach getting along?
JIM: Oh, that kraut-head!
LAURA:: Why do you call her that ?
J I M: That's what she was.
LAURA: You're not still - going with her?
J I M: I never see her.
LAURA: It said in the Personal Section that you were engaged!
J I M: I know, but I wasn't impressed by that -propaganda I
LAURA: It wasn't - the truth?
J I M: Only in Emily's optimistic opinion !
[LEGEND: ' WHAT HAVE YOU DONE SINCE HIGH SCHOOL?' ]
JIM lights a cigarette and loans indolently back on his elbows smiling
at LAURA with a warmth and charm which lights her inwardly with altar
candler. She remains by the table and turns in her hands a piece of glass
to cover her tumult.]
JIM: [after several reflective puffs on a cigarette] : What have you done since high school? [She seems not to hear him.] Huh? [LAURA looks up.] I said what have you done since high school, Laura?
LAURA:: Nothing much.
JIM: You must have been doing something these six long years.
JIM: Well, then, such as what?
LAURA: I took a business course at business college
JIM: How did that work out?
LAURA: Well, not very - well - I had to drop out, it gave me - indigestion
J I M [laughs gently.]: What are you doing now?
LAURA: I don't do anything - much. Oh, please don't think I sit around
doing nothing! My glass collection takes up agood deal of time. Glass
is something you have to take good care of
JIM: What did you say - about glass?
LAURA: Collection I said - I have one - [she clears her throat and turns
away, acutely shy.]
JIM: [abruptly]: You know what I judge to be the trouble with
LAURA: In what way would I think?
JIM: Why, man alive, Laura! just look about you a little. What do you
see? A world full of common people! All of 'em born and all of 'em going
to die !
[Unconsciously glances at himself in the mirror.]
All you've got to do is discover in whatl Take me, for instance.
My interest happens to lie in electro-dynamics. I'm taking a course in
radio engineering at night school, Laura, on top of a fairly responsible
job at the warehouse. I'm taking that course and studying public speaking.
JIM: Because I believe in the future of television !
[Turning back to her.]
I wish to be ready to go up right along with it. Therefore
[His eyes are starry.]
Knowledge - Zzzzzp ! Money - Zzzzzzp I - Power! That's the cycle democracy
is built on I
[His attitude is convincingly dynamic. LAURA stares at him, even her
shyness eclipsed in her absolute wonder. He suddenly grins.]
I guess you think I think a lot of myself !
LAURA: No - o-o-o, !
JIM: Now how about you? Isn't there something you, take more interest
in than anything else?
LAURA: Well, I do - as I said - have my - glass collection [A peal
of girlish laughter from du kitchen]
JIM: I'm not right sure I know what you're talking about What kind of
glass is it?
LAURA: Little articles of it, they're ornaments mostly I
[MUSIC: ' THE GLASS MENAGERIE''
Oh, be careful - if you breathe, it breaks !
JIM: I'd better not take it. I'm pretty clumsy with things.
LAURA: Go on, I trust you with him !
[Places it in his palm.]
There now - you're holding him gently !
JIM: It sure does shine!
LAURA: I shouldn't be partial, but he is my favourite one.
JIM: What kind of a thing is this one supposed to be?
LAURA: Haven't you noticed the single horn on his forehead head?
JIM: A unicorn, huh?
JIM: Unicorns, aren't they extinct in the modern world?
LAURA: I know !
JIM: Poor little fellow, he must feel sort of lonesome.
LAURA [smiling]: Well, if he does he doesn't complain about it.
He stays on a shelf with some horses that don't have horns and all of
them seem to get along nicely together.
JIM: How do you know?
LAURA [Iightly]: I haven't heard any arguments among them!
JIM: [grinning]: No arguments, huh? Well, that's a pretty good
sign ! Where shall I set him?
LAURA: Put him on the table. They all like a change of scenery once in
a while !
JIM: [stretching]: Well, well, well, well Look how big my shadow
is when I stretch !
LAURA: Oh, oh, yes - it stretches across the ceiling !
JIM: [crossing to door]: I think it's stopped raining. [Opens
fire-escape door.] Where does the music come from?
LAURA: From the Paradise Dance Hall across the alley.
JIM: How about cutting the rug a little, Miss Wingfield?
JIM: Or is your programme filled up? Let me have a look at it. [Grasps
imaginary card.] Why, every dance is taken! I'll just have to scratch
some out. [WALTZ MUSIC 'LA GOLONDRINA'.]. Ahhh, a waltz ! [He executes
some sweeping turns by himself then holds his arms toward LAURA.]
LAURA [breathlessly]: I - can't dance !
JIM: There you go, that inferiority stuff ! Come on, try !
LAURA: Oh, but I'd step on you !
JIM: I'm not made out of glass.
LAURA: How - how - how do we start?
J IM: just leave it to me. You hold your arms out a little.
LAURA: Like this?
JIM: A little bit higher. Right. Now don't tighten up, that's the main thing about it - relax.
LAURA [laughs breathlessly]: It's hard not to. I'm afraid you can't budge me.
JIM: What do you bet I can't? [He swings her into motion.]
LAURA: Goodness, yes, you can!
JIM: Let yourself go, now, Laura, just let yourself go.
JIM: Come on!
LAURA: Trying !
JIM: Not so stiff - Easy does it I!
LAURA: I know but I'm -
JIM: Loosen th' backbone! There now, that's a lot better.
LAURA: Am I?
JIM: Lots, lots better !
[He moves her about the room in a clumsy waltz ]
LAURA: Oh, my !
JIM: Ha-ha !
LAURA: Oh, my goodness !
JIM: Ha-ha-ha !
[They suddenly bump into the table. JIM stops] What did we hit on?
JIM: Did something fall off it? I think-
JIM: I hope that it wasn't the little glass horse with the horn !
JIM: Aw aw aw- Is it broken?
LAURA: Now it is just like all the other horses.
JIM: It's lost its -
JIM: You'll never forgive me. I bet that that was your Favourite piece
LAURA: I don't have favourites much. It's no tragedy, Freckles. Glass
breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are. The traffic jars the
shelves and things fall off them.
JIM: Still I'm awfully sorry that I was the cause.
LA U R A [smiling] I'll just imagine he had an operation. The
horn was removed to make him feel less - freakish !
JIM: Ha-ha, that's very funny !
I'm glad to see that you have a sense of humour. You know - you're -
well - very different ! Surprisingly different from anyone else I know
[His wire become soft and hesitant with a genuine feeling]
Do you mind me telling you that?
[LAURA is abashed beyond speech]
I mean it in a nice way ...
[LAURA nods shyly, looking away.]
You make me feel sort of - I don't know how to put it ! I'm usually pretty
good at expressing things, but This is something that I don't know how
to say !
[LAURA touches her throat and clears it - turns the unicorn in her
hands. Even softer.]
Has anyone ever told you that you were pretty?
Well, you are! In a very different way from anyone else. And all the
nicer because of the difference, too.
I wish that you were my sister. I'd teach you to have some confidence
in yourself. The different people are not like other people, but being
different is nothing to be ashamed of. Because other people are not such
wonderful people. They're one hundred times one thousand. You're one times
one! They walk all over the earth. You just stay here. They're common
as - weeds, -but - you - well, you're - Blue Roses!
[IMAGE ON SCREEN: BLUE ROSES.
LAURA: But blue is wrong for - roses...
JIM: It's right for you ! - You're - pretty !
LAURA: In what respect am I pretty?
JIM: In all respects - believe me ! Your eyes - your hair are pretty!
Your hands are pretty !
[He catches hold of her hand.]
You think I'm making this up because I'm invited to dinner and have to
be nice. Oh, I could do that ! I could put on an act for you, Laura, and
say lots of things without being very sincere. But this time I am. I'm
talking to you sincerely. I happened to notice you had this inferiority
complex that keeps you from feeling comfortable with people. Somebody
needs to build your confidence up and make you proud instead of shy and
turning away and - blushing - Somebody -ought to - Ought to - kiss you,
[His hand slips slowly up her arm to her shoulder.
LEGEND ON SCREEN: ' SOUVENIR'.]
[He lights the cigarette, avoiding her look.
I shouldn't have done that - That was way off the beam. You don't smoke,
[She looks up, smiling, not hearing the question.
[She doesn't seem to hear him but her look grows brighter even.]
Peppermint - Life-Saver?
[He pops a mint in his mouth. Then gulps and decides to make a clean breast of it. He speaks slowly and gingerly.]
LAURA [faintly] You - won't - call again?
JIM: No, Laura, I can't.
[He rises from the sofa.]
As I was just explaining, I've - got strings on me. Laura, I've - been
going steady !
Being in love has made -a new man of me !
[Leaning stiffly forward, clutching the arm of the sofa LAURA struggles
visibly with her storm. But JIM is oblivious, she it a long way of.]
The power of love is really pretty tremendous !
[The storm abates a little and LAURA leans back. He notices her again.]
It happened that Betty's aunt took sick, she got a wire and had to go
to Centralia. So Tom - when he asked me to dinner - I naturally just accepted
the invitation, not knowing that you - that he - that ! [He stops awkwardly.]
[He flops back on the sofa.
I wish that you would - say something. [She bites her lip which was
trembling and then bravely smiles. She opens her hand again on the broken
glass ornament. Then she gently takes his hand and raises it level with
her own. She carefully places the unicorn in the palm of his hand, then
pushes his fingers closed upon it.] What are you - doing that for?
You want me to have him? Laura? [She nods.] What for?
LAURA: A - souvenir ...
[She rues unsteadily and crouches beside Lim victrola to wind it up.
LEGEND ON SCREEN: ' THINGS HAVE A WAY OF
OR IMAGE: GENTLEMAN CALLER WAVING GOOD-BYE! - GAILY.
At this moment AMANDA rushes brightly back in the front room. She
bears a pitcher of fruit Punch in an old-fashioned cut-glass Pitcher and
a plate of macaroons. The Plate has a gold border and poppies painted
AMANDA: Well, Well, Well ! Isn't the air delightful after the shower?
I've made you children a little liquid refteshment.
[Turns gaily to the gentleman caller.]
JIM, do you know that song about lemonade? 'Lemonade, lemonade Made in
the shade and stirred with a spade Good enough for any old maid !'
JIM [uneasily]: Ha-ha! No - I never heard it.
A M: A N D A: Why, Laura ! You look so serious !
JIM: We were having a serious conversation.
AMANDA: Good !Now you're better acquainted !
J I M: [uncertainly] : Ha-ha ! Yes.
AMANDA: You modem young people are much more serious-minded than my generation.
I was so gay as a girl I
JIM: You haven't changed, Mrs Wingfield
AMANDA: Tonight I'm rejuvenated ! The gaiety of the occasion, Mr O'Connor
[She tosses her head with a pod of laughter. Spa lemonade.]
Oooo! I'm baptizing myself!
JIM: Here - let me
AMANDA [Setting the pitcher down] : There now. I discovered we
had some maraschino cherries. I dumped them in, juice and all !
JIM: You shouldn't have gone to that trouble, Mrs Wing, field.
AMANDA: Trouble, trouble? Why, it was loads of fun! Didn't you hear me
cutting up in the kitchen? I bet your ears were burning! I told Tom how
outdone with him I was for keeping you to himself so long a time! He should
have brought you over much, much sooner ! Well, now that you've found
your way, I want you to be a very frequent caller ! Not just occasional
but all the time. Oh, we're going to have a lot of gay times together
! I see them coming !
JIM: Oh, don't go out, Mrs Wingfield. The fact of the matter is I've
got to be going.
AMANDA: Going, now? You're joking ! Why, it's only the shank of the evening,
Mr O'Connor !
JIM: Well, you know how it is.
AMANDA: You mean you're a young working man and have to keep working
men's hours. Well let you off early tonight.
J I M: I have a couple of time-clocks to punch, Mrs Wingfield. One at
morning, another one at night !
AMANDA: My, but you are ambitious !You work at night, too?
JIM: No, Ma'am, not work but - Betty ! [He crosses deliberately to
pick up his hat. The band at the Paradise Dance Hall goes into a tender
AMANDA: Betty? Betty? Who's - Betty !
[There is an ominous cracking sound in the sky.]
JIM: Oh, just a girl. The girl I go steady with [He smiles charmingly. The sky falls]
AMANDA [a long-drawn exhalation]: Ohhhh. ... Is it a serious romance, Mr O'Connor?
JIM: - We're going to be married the second Sunday in June.
AMANDA: Ohhhh - how nice ! Tom didn't mention that you were engaged to be married.
JIM: The cat's not out of the bag at the warehouse yet. You know how
they are. They call you Romeo and stuff like that.
AMANDA: It really wasn't anything at all.
J I M: I hope it don't seem like I'm rushing off. But I promised Betty I'd pick her up at the Wabash depot, an' by the time I get my jalopy down there her train'll be in. Some women are pretty upset if you keep 'em waiting.
AMANDA: Yes, I know - Ile tyranny of women !
[Extends her hand.]
Good-bye, Mr O'Connor. I wish you luck - and happiness - and success ! All three of them, and so does Laura !-Don't you, Laura?
LAURA: Yes !
JIM [taking her hand]: Good-bye, Laura. I'm certainly going to
treasure that souvenir. And don't you forget the good advice I gave you.
[Raises his voice to a cheery shout.]
So long, Shakespeare ! Thanks again, ladies - Good night !
[He grins and ducks jauntily out.]
Still bravely grimacing, AMANDA closes the door on the gentleman caller.
Then she turns back to the room with a Puzzled expression. She and LAURA
don't dare face each other. LAURA crouches beside the victrola to wind
AMANDA [faintly] Things have a way of turning out so badly.
TOM [from back]: Yes, Mother?
AMANDA: Come in here a minute. I want to tell you something awfully funny.
TOM [enters with macaroon and a glass of lemonade]: Has the gentleman
caller gotten away already?
AMANDA: The gentleman caller has made an early departure. What a wonderful
joke you played on us !
TOM: How do you mean?
AMANDA: You didn't mention that he was engaged to be married.
TOM: JIM? Engaged?
AMANDA: That's what he just informed us.
TOM: I'll be jiggered ! I didn't know about that
AMANDA: That seems very peculiar.
TOM: 'What's peculiar about it?
AMANDA: Didn't you call him your best friend down at the warehouse?
TOM: He is, but how did I know?
AMANDA: It seems extremely peculiar that you wouldn't know your best friend was going to be married !
TOM: The warehouse is where I work, not where I know things about people
AMANDA: You don't know things anywhere ! You live in a dream; you manufacture
[He crosses to door.]
Where are you going?
TOM: I'm going to the movies.
AMANDA: That's right, now that you've had us make such fools of ourselves.
The effort, the preparations, all the expense ! The new floor lamp, the
rug, the clothes for Laura ! all for what? To entertain some other girl's
fiancé ! Go to the movies, go ! Don't think about us, a mother
deserted, an unmarried sister who's crippled and has no job ! Don't let
anything interfere with your selfish pleasure I just go, go, go - to the
TOM: All right, I 'will ! The more you shout about my selfishness to
me the quicker I'll go, and I won't go to the movies !
AMANDA: Go, then ! Then go to the moon - you selfish dreamer !
[Tom smashes his glass on the floor. He plunges out on the fire-escape,
slamming the door . LAURA screams -cut by door.
LEGEND ON SCREEN: ' AND SO GOOD-BYE...'
TOM 's closing speech is timed with the interior pantomime. [The interior
scene is played as though viewed through soundproof glass. AMANDA appears
to be making a comforting speech to LAURA who is huddled upon the sofa.
Now that we cannot hear the mother's speech, her silliness is gone and
she has dignity and tragic beauty.
[LAURA bends over the candles.]
- for nowadays the world is lit by lightning ! Blow out your candles,
Laura - and so good-bye.
[She blows the candles out.]
THE SCENE DISSOLVES