Scene 2
MARY: Baloney!
RAYMOND: Just coffee and toast.
MARY: You’re not getting on a train with an empty stomach!
RAYMOND: Something light then. What’d you make Pop?
MARY: Scrambled eggs.
RAYMOND: I’ll have that. And coffee. No toast.
MARY: I’ll make it. It’s no trouble.
RAYMOND: I don’t want it.
MARY: Of course you do! The bread is homemade. And we have jam.
ANDY: If I were you, son, I’d take the toast.
RAYMOND: [Jokingly] Say Ma, can I also get toast?
MARY: [Annoyed] RAYMOND! You must have wax in your ears! I told you I’d make it!
ELEANOR: [To Raymond] So, Captain America, are we packed?
RAYMOND: I crammed everything into that little suitcase. I barely got it latched
ELEANOR: Did you remember your wool socks?
RAYMOND: Sis, I’m going to sunny California.
ELEANOR: So?
RAYMOND: Wool socks in California?
ELEANOR: What about after that? After you leave California?
RAYMOND: I’ll probably get stationed in the Pacific, you know, the tropics. Heat, humidity, lots of sun.
ELEANOR: So Marines don’t get cold feet, ever? If I were you, I’d take the socks, just in case.
RAYMOND: Why? Just in case what? The Marines will have all the socks I need.
MARY: Raymond, are you wearing the Saint Christopher?
RAYMOND: It’s in my pocket.
MARY: You’ll lose it in your pocket! Put it on. It’s for your protection.
RAYMOND: I know.
MARY: Then put it on.
RAYMOND: I like it in my pocket. Besides, what difference does it make?
MARY: It’s supposed to be around your neck, not jumbled with spare change.
RAYMOND: You know, Ma, the Marines will issue a set of dog tags. [A few beats; MARY does not respond] Didja hear me?
MARY: Put on the medal.
RAYMOND: They’re worn around the neck for identification. They tell your name, serial number, blood type, and religion.
MARY: The Saint Christopher says you’re Catholic.
Continued Wednesday.
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