Primrose Path Page #2
- APPROVED
- Year:
- 1940
- 93 min
- 98 Views
yeah, you missed! Ow!
smell in a place like this.
Well, maybe we'll go
steppin' sometime, huh?
Why not? You can always play
a new tune on an old fiddle!
Well, you're just as young
as you feel, ma. Sure.
Say, got some coffee, hon?
I'll make you a fresh cup.
Bye-bye.
Say,
is this genuine?
Say, nothing else but.
That fella must have
an oil well somewhere.
Say, ma, listen. Say, I says
to him, I said, "mr. Hawkins,
"if you want to throw your money
away, it's all right with me.
I ain't gonna be
the one to stop you."
And, ma, confidential-
No!
He did!
And I says, "now,
look here, mr. Hawkins,
one husband at a time's
enough, ain't it?"
And he laughed
fit to kill.
He must be a god.
Oh, he's a god
and very refined.
It's too bad Homer
don't do you a favor
and get run over
or something.
Oh, ma. Poor Homer. Somebody
has to look after him.
And of course it's got to be you. Sure.
Isn't it customary for a wife
to look after her husband when he's ill,
instead of chasing
around with other men?
Hello, Homer.
Are you still alive?
Ain't you feeling
well, baby?
Look at them eyes. Looks
like a couple of grapes
floating around
in his head.
You might reserve
your acid wit
for someone
of your own class.
Wasn't no drunks
in my family.
One tiny virtue
is not sufficient
to counteract your
other endowments.
Big words ain't
going to help that hangover.
Ma, leave him be. Come
on, now. That's a good boy.
That's it.
That's a boy.
There.
Oh. Working on
your book, Homer?
What difference does
that make to you?
I was telling mr. Hawkins, a friend
of Thelma's, what a smart man you was.
You don't have to
further my humiliation.
Why, Homer, nobody's
humiliating nobody.
Who is this Hawkins? What kind
of a woman is your friend Thelma?
Where have you been?
What have you been doing?
I've been to the fair
and had some fun.
Don't you want your Mamie
to have a good time?
Look, Mamie, I...
oh, my poor Homer.
Eyes are all red
and watery.
My eyes are red
with shame.
Why, Homer, you ain't done
nothin' to be ashamed of.
Slinking up back alleys with my
collar turned up to hide my disgrace.
Now, honey-bun, you know how
upset you get after drinking.
I can't stand it
any longer.
I'll put an end to myself
- that's what I'll do.
Homer, you give that to me.
Give it right to me.
I only gave it to you because
you was afraid of burglars.
Now, you mustn't
play with it.
Someday I'll do it. Someday
I'll have the courage.
Now, don't you want your
Mamie to rub your head for you,
like a good
little boy?
I'm not a little boy.
I'm ill!
Why, of course you are.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Primrose Path" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Mar. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/primrose_path_16231>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In