Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Page #2

The what?

Guts?

Phrasemaker.

You never put any ice in my drink.

Why is that, huh?

I always put ice in your drinks, Martha.

You eat it, that's all.

It's this habit you've got of chewing

on your ice cubes like a cocker spaniel.

You'll crack your big teeth.

Well, they're my big teeth.

Yeah, some of them, some of them.

- I've got more teeth than you have.

- Two more.

Well, you're going bald.

So are you.

Hello, honey.

Hey, go on,

give your mommy a big sloppy kiss.

- No.

- I want a big sloppy kiss.

I don't wanna kiss you

right now, Martha.

Where are these people

you invited over?

Where is this good-looking, well-built

young man and his slim-hipped wife?

Stayed on to talk to Daddy.

They'll be here.

Why didn't you want to kiss me?

George?

- George?

- Yes, love?

Why didn't you want to kiss me?

Well, dear, if I kissed you I'd get

all excited. I'd get beside myself...

...and then I'd have to take you by force,

right here on the living-room rug.

And our little guests

would walk in...

...and, well, what would

your father say about that?

Oh, you pig.

Fix me another drink, lover.

My God, you can swill it down,

can't you?

- Well, I'm thirsty.

- Oh, Jesus.

Look, sweetheart, I can drink you

under any table you want...

...so don't worry about me.

I gave you the prize years ago, Martha.

There isn't an abomination award going

that you haven't won.

I swear if you existed, I'd divorce you.

- Just stay on your feet for your guests.

- I can't even see you.

If you pass out or throw up...

And try to keep your clothes on too.

- No more sickening sight you drunk...

- You're a blank.

...and your skirt over your head.

- A cipher. A zero.

Your heads, I should say.

Party. Party.

Oh, I'm really looking forward to this,

Martha.

- Go answer the door.

- You answer it.

- Get to that door, you.

- To you.

Come on in!

I said get over there

and answer that door.

All right, love. Whatever love wants.

- Just don't start on the bit, that's all.

- The bit?

The bit? What kind of language is that?

Lmitating one of your students?

Just don't start in on the bit

about the kid, that's all.

- What do you take me for?

- Much too much.

Yeah? Well, I'll start in

on the kid if I want to.

- I'd advise against it, Martha.

- Well, good for you.

Come on in!

Get over there and open that door.

- You've been advised, Martha.

- Sure. Get over there.

All right, love. Whatever love wants.

It's nice,

some people still have manners...

...and don't come breaking into

other people's houses.

Even if they do hear some subhuman

monster yowling at them from inside.

Goddamn you!

Hi there.

- Hello. Here we are.

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