Anna Christie

Either you're flat or I am.

I beg your pardon.

Excuse me.

Always the lady.

Say... Say, what the...?

Why, I frighten your|hiccup away, Marthy.

Yes, you did.

And I'm going to hit you.

See here.|If you soak me in the eye again...

...l'm gonna quit you.

- You get me?|- No. Only on the back this time, Marthy.

I get you.

- Well, I think you lose them, Marthy.|- Yes.

Yes, I did.

Oh, I got it.

Ten... Ten swallows of this|without breathing...

...and... sure cure.

One, two, three, four, five...

...10. Maybe I got hiccup too, Marthy.

See? I told you.|It's a sure cure, never fails.

I think we got to go to Johnny the Harp|for get some more whiskey.

Yeah, well. Right you are, I'm bone dry.

Wait, I'll get my bonnet.

Johnny, he'll be surprised to see you|and me together once more.

Hold that, will you?

You're not sorry|you took me back, are you?

Oh, no, Marthy. I'm darn glad|I found you in Norfolk.

Aye, you been too old|to go walking streets, Marthy.

Old!

But you had better stay|with old Chris on the barge.

Well, I'm glad you found me.|Honest, I am.

Yeah, I'm glad to be here...

...dump that it is.

You're a good old punk.

- Come on.|- Yeah.

Marthy. Where are you going?

No, Marthy, no, we're in the boat, huh?

I forgot where the front door was.

- It's all right. It's all right with me.|- That's it, Marthy.

Oh, Marthy, hold my hand.

Hold my hand.

Well, I declare. How can you|do a thing like that?

Wait a minute, now. I'm all right.

I wasn't a tightrope walker for nothing.

See?

Oh, Marthy. Look out.

That's what I get|for being a tightrope walker.

See, that's... Where are we?

There we are.

- We go down and get a drink.|- No, wait, hon.

Oh, the horses. Oh, where are you?

- Here, Marthy.|- Old fool, I thought I'd lost you.

Just an old fool.

Come on. Here we go.

Come on. Oh, what was that?

Wait, wait. The doors.

Stopped.

- That's not funny.|- Marthy.

- There's the entrance.|- All right...

...wait, wait, wait.

Hold on.

- Yeah.|- Listen.

You wait here, Marthy.

- I go let you in.|- Oh, all right.

Ladies' entrance.

Well, that's a g...

Well, why not?

Said she,|with all the dignity in the world.

- Well, hello, Johnny.|- Hello, Chris. How are you?

Come and have a drink on me.|Come on, Larry.

Drinks for the house,|and have one yourself.

Oh, I got money, plenty money.

Speak of the devil, Chris,|we was just talking about you.

- Hello, Chris, put it there.|- Larry, give us a drink.

You got half a snootful now.

Oh, I'm a little drunk, not much.|Just feel good.

Come board the ship

Long time I wait for you

The moon, she shines

She looks just like you

Same old Josephine, eh, Chris?

Well, you don't know good song|when you hear it.

Italian fellow on other barge,|he learn me that song.

Come on, get your drink. Skoal!

- Drink hearty.|- Here's how.

- Come on, Larry, order drinks...|- No, no. No, Chris.

Some other time. I've gotta go home.

Where you in from this time?

Norfolk. Oh, we make a slow voyage...

...dirty weather, just fog.|Fog all the time.

No, no, I go, Larry.

I forget, it's Marthy.|She come with me.

What's the matter with you,|you old punk?

Gonna keep me|standing out there all night?

I'm sorry, Marthy.|Just I talk with Johnny.

What you think you like|for drink, whiskey?

Well, I'll take a scoop of lager|and ale for a chaser.

I go bring back for you, Marthy.

Lager and ale for Marthy, Larry.|Whiskey for me.

Right you are. By the way, Chris,|we've got a letter for you...

...from St. Paul, Minnesota.

And a lady's writing.

Then that must come from my|daughter, Anna. She living there.

Rate this script:(1.00 / 2 votes)