Anna Christie Page #6

Well, I'll take a...

Oh, I don't know, really.|What have they got here?

I don't think they got much fancy drink|for young girl in this place.

Well, say, ginger ale|or sarsaparilla, maybe.

Well, make it sarsaparilla.

I tell you, Anna, we celebrate,|just this once...

...because we meet after many year.

They got some good port wine.

Now, that's good for you, I think.|It ain't strong, neither.

One glass, he don't go to your head,|I promise.

- All right. I'll take port.|- I go get it.

Well, who's the blond?

That's Anna, Larry.

- Your daughter, Anna?|- Aye.

Don't you think she's pretty girl, Larry?

Sure, a peach.

You give me drink for take back.|One port wine for Anna.

She celebrate with me just this once.

Small beer for me, please.

Small beer for you?|She's reforming you already.

You bet.

I can't stand it.

I better beat it.

I take back, Larry.

Why, you look a little tired, Anna...

...but I make you take|good, long rest now.

You drink your wine.

That put new life in you.

Skoal, Anna.

You know that Swedish word?

Skoal.

I guess I know that word,|all right, all right.

A bridge, Anna, it's pretty, eh?

Gives you the creeps, though.|It's like a great big spiderweb.

Oh, you're tired, you sick, Anna.

Someday, bridge, he look|awfully pretty to you.

I bet your life those big buildings|make you open your eyes.

Well, it scares me|to think of being up so high.

I bet we look like ants to them.

I bet they can't even see us down here.

On trip back,|I take you up in Woolworth Building.

There you see everything.

I've seen too much already.

You know, Anna, you was|awful pretty girl.

I bet you all men see you|fall in love with you, by Jiminy.

You cut that.|You talk just as they all do.

No harm your father talk that way, Anna.

Oh, fine father you are. Like a stranger.

Why didn't you ever|come out west to see me?

I'm sorry, Anna,|but after your mother die...

...I want come see you|end of every voyage...

...but when I get money|for coming west, I forget.

I get drunk and spend all money.

I don't know why, Anna,|but that's the way with most sailor fella.

That old devil sea.

She make them crazy fools|with her dirty tricks. Is so.

Well, it's good you got something|to blame it on.

Kind of tough for me, though.

I know, Anna, I'm sorry.|But if you stay with me, I make you glad.

I make you forgive me|for being no-good father.

It sounds okay with me.|I'll try anything once.

I'm glad you like it here on barge|with your old father, Anna.

Who said I like it?

Well, you change a lot in one week.

The sea air make you feel good again, eh?

Maybe. I don't know.

Four bells. What time is that?

Six o'clock.

Funny, all this sea talk.|I'm getting onto the lingo.

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