A Raisin in the Sun Page #3

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is ever going to understand me.

Because you're a nut.

Who's a nut?

You. You're a nut.

Thee is mad, boy.

The world's most backward

nation of women. And that is a fact.

Then there's those

prophets who would...

...lead us out of the wilderness

into the swamps!

Who in the world is slamming doors

at this hour?

That was Walter Lee.

He and Bennie was at it again.

My children and their tempers.

Lord, if this little plant

don't start...

...getting more sun, it ain't

never going to see spring again.

What's the matter with you?

You look peaked.

It's too drafty to be half-dressed.

- Where's your robe?

- The cleaners.

Go get mine and put it on.

I'm not cold.

Honest.

- I know, but you're so thin.

- I'm not cold.

Lord have mercy!

Look at that poor bed.

Bless his heart, he sure tries,

don't he?

He don't half try at all because

he knows you'll fix everything.

A little boy ain't supposed

to know nothing about housekeeping.

My baby, that's what he is.

Now that you'll be home all the time,

that boy'll really be spoiled.

My first day home.

I'm going to sit this body down

and let it rest.

Just let it rest

from here on in.

And...

...thank my husband's sweet memory

for making it all possible.

You know, Big Walter always hated

the idea of being a servant.

Always says, man's hands wasn't meant

to carry nobody's slop jars...

...or make their beds.

Always used to say they was...

...meant to turn the earth with

or make things.

That husband of yours?

He's just like him.

Just like him.

Walter...

...bring the car

around front, please.

- Hi.

- Hi there, Ruth.

No, no, child. I can manage.

What's the matter with you?

A little tired, I guess.

I've been ironing since this morning.

Leave some for me.

I'll get to them tonight.

You think that's why

we want you home?

So you can do

everybody else's work now?

A little ironing

ain't never hurt nobody.

The way you look, you need to be

sitting down immediately.

You know something?

I bet you got a touch

of that virus been going around.

If you don't look better tomorrow,

stay home from work.

I can't stay home. She's doing

her Saturday night entertaining.

She'd have a fit

if I don't show up.

Let her have it. I'll just call up

and say you got the flu.

- Why the flu?

- Because it sounds respectable.

Something white folks get too.

They know about the flu.

Otherwise, they'll think you

been cut up or something.

- Where's my baby?

- In there doing his homework.

Tomorrow is Saturday.

- The child don't need...

- Every Sunday...

...he's too tired, or he forgot

what the teacher told him.

Awful hot to be cooped up

with books.

- Lena.

- I ain't meddling.

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