Anna Christie Page #2

Well, see here, Chris. There|ain't no Swede on no boat...

...that's man enough|to get away with that.

Don't you start nothing you can't finish.

No, I don't start nothing, Marthy.

No, you don't.

You...

You're a scream.

Oh, honestly...

You're a knockout.

I don't see nothing for laugh at.

You don't? Go and take a slant|at yourself in the mirror.

Oh, gee.

Old squarehead, huh?

Trying to kid Marthy Owens, huh?

Oh, I'm onto the game.

I wasn't born and dragged up|on no waterfront for nothing.

You thought I'd make trouble, didn't you?

Not me.

I'm packing my duds|and I'm quitting you.

Yeah, I'm leaving you flat.

There's plenty of guys|on plenty of boats waiting for me.

Always was.

I always found them.

So cheer up, old squarehead.

I'll be out of the way|before your kid gets here.

You'll be rid of me for good,|and me of you.

- And good riddance to both of us.|- You. That's a good girl, Marthy.

Oh, good girl.

Cut that bull.

Oh, well, you was always square|with me, so it's fifty-fifty...

...and nobody owes nobody nothing,|do they? Nobody's sore.

- Still friends?|- Oh, by golly, yes, Marthy.

Still friends.

Blow me another scoop of lager and ale,|and I'll drink your kid's health.

- And I'll...|- I'll do that, Marthy. I get it right away.

Another lager and ale for Marthy,|Larry. Whiskey for me.

Come board the ship

Long time I wait for you

The moon, she shines

- She looks just like you|- Oh, help us. Help us.

Help us, help us, help us.

Come on, get your drink, Marthy. Skoal!

I celebrate... I celebrate...

...because my Anna coming home.

You know, Marthy, my Anna...|What you think she look like, Marthy?

- I don't know.|- I bet you she's a fine, good, strong girl.

Pretty like everything because,|you know, live on the farm...

...they make them that way.

And I bet you someday she marry...

...good, steady land fella here in East.

Have little house all her own.

Have kids!

Then I'm old grandfather, by golly.

By Jiminy Cricket,|we gotta celebrate that.

- Come on, Larry. Give us a drink, there.|- Wait.

You're soused to the ears,|that's what you are.

- Oh, you bet, you celebrate...|- I know, I know, but go on...

...put some food in you and sober up.

Here, you old fool. You don't know|when your kid's coming here, do you?

- Oh, well...|- Well...

...you wanna be sober|when she does get here, don't you?

- Oh, by golly, that's so, Marthy.|- Well, then...

...go throw a beef stew in you and...|Go on, around the corner.

I do that, Marthy.|I been coming right back.

Oh, well, that's that.

Give me a whiskey.|Ginger ale on the side.

And don't be stingy, baby.

- Well, shall I serve it in a pail?|- Well, that suits me down to the ground.

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