Cat on a Hot Tin Roof Page #2

Is it any wonder?

You know what I feel like?

I feel all the time like a cat

on a hot tin roof.

Then jump off the roof, Maggie.

Cats jump off roofs and land uninjured.

Do it. Jump.

Jump where?

Into what?

Take a lover.

I don't deserve that!

I can't see any man but you.

Even with my eyes closed, I just see you.

Why can't you get ugly, Brick?

Why can't you get fat or ugly or something,

so I can stand it?

You'll make out fine.

Your kind always does.

I'm more determined than you think.

I'll win all right.

Win what?

What is the victory

of a cat on a hot tin roof?

Just staying on it, I guess...

...as long as she can.

Calm down. Not yet. Now wait a minute.

Where are the flowers?

Aren't you putting it on a little thick?

Get ready, now!

Mama, she didn't bring anything

for Big Daddy.

Pretty seedy looking flowers

for Big Daddy, huh, Gooper?

I picked them myself.

Looks like she picked them off a grave.

Don't talk about graves when we don't

know if Big Daddy's going to live or die.

Get ready.

Hello, Mae.

Hello, children.

Doc, isn't it great?

Kiss me!

Kiss your grandmother.

Darling Big Daddy!

You look fine, Big Daddy.

Doc, do you want to tell them the news?

The exploratory operation proved

there's nothing wrong with Big Daddy.

Nothing at all!

Just a spastic colon. And that's all.

- Great news!

- Isn't that great news?

That's the best birthday present of all.

Where's Brick?

Uncle Brick got drunk and broke his leg.

- How?

- What's that?

Got drunk again and tried to jump

the high hurdles at 3:00 AM.

That poor boy still thinks he's an athlete.

Couldn't keep it out of the local paper.

AP got hold of it too.

Yeah, and UP...

...and thanks to your professional

legal advice, every other P.

Let's go home.

Don't you want to ride with the children?

No!

He's his sassy old self again, all right!

Be quiet, woman!

Hush up!

Welcome home, Cap'n Pollitt.

I'm going to live, Maggie. I'm going to live.

They had me real scared.

I've wasted so much time.

I've got a million different kinds

of feelings left in me.

And I'm going to use them.

I'm going to use them all.

Why did you and Brick

suddenly drive up from New Orleans?

For your birthday, what else?

I had one last year and the year before.

Didn't see you then.

You know how Brick is sometimes.

Maybe he thought he was coming

to my funeral instead.

Brick loves you! He does!

But does he love you?

What do you want? Proof?

If I was married to you three years...

...you'd have the living proof.

You'd have three kids

and a fourth in the oven.

Get me out of this. I want to talk to Brick.

He wants some more ice, Miss Margaret.

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