BITCH FIGHT
[Martha is sipping another martini. Dead Danny has been
removed from the livingroom and stuffed in the laundry-room. Martha has begun
another one of her bitch rants, denigrating her poor husband, George]
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Martha: A drowning man takes down those nearest.
George: A drowning woman just screams and sinks.
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Martha: Sometimes she takes her son and husband with her.
One big happy family, as they say.
George: It worked with the Titanic. It won’t with me.
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[Martha has changed again. This time into a lovey puce
kimono with simply fabulous pink flamingos mincing about ever so delicately and
demurely on a rather kitschy Trailer Park’s trashy lawn]
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George: Forget it, Martha. You can sit around with the gin
running out of your mouth; you can humiliate me all you want; you can read my
beads all night, that's perfectly okay, that's all right with me.
Martha: You can stand it!
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George: As long as you’ve got money in the bank.
Martha: You can stand it, you married me for it!
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Nick: May I use the... uh... bar?
George: Oh, yes... yes... by all means. Drink away... you'll
need it as the years go on.
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