Driving Lessons Page #4

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Whatever happens

behind these walls, Ben,

we're God's ambassadors.

We show the world a smiling face.

Put it away.

Sorry.

You do not touch my things!

I was tidying.

You do not touch my things!

Yes.

I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

You tidy around them.

Evie? I've got your shopping.

Evie?

Sink.

-Sorry?

Sink.

-Sorry, I...

Sink!

You all right?

-No.

I've got puke in my hair.

Sit me down.

Okay?

No.

Sofa.

It's gonna be all right.

F*** off.

Goody f***ing two-shoes.

No.

Stay. Please.

Just till I go to sleep.

Thank you.

Give me oil in my lamp

keep me burning

Give me oil in my lamp

I pray

Give me oil in my lamp

keep me burning

Keep me burning

till the break of day

Sing hosanna, sing hosanna

Sing hosanna

to the King of kings

Sing hosanna, sing hosanna

Sing hosanna to the King

Evie.

Quick, quick, come! You'll never

believe what I've just found.

I've come to hand in my notice.

Yes, yes, later.

Come. Close your eyes.

I've got something to show you.

Eyes shut!

Open.

It's a tent.

Not the tent, my books.

My Shakespeares, my Chekhovs.

They were in a crate

in the living room.

You must have moved them when

you were going through my things.

That was one of the reasons...

But nonsense. I thought

I'd lost them forever.

I won't lie to you, Ben.

Lately, I've found myself

a stranger to the Bard.

I had money problems.

My last husband...

Oh, well, be that as it may,

I was obliged to take TV work,

a daytime drama series

set amongst wealthy

shipping magnates,

called, rather unimaginatively,

The Shipping Magnates.

I believe they still

run it somewhere on Sky.

No money in it for me, naturally.

I auditioned for Nurse Ratched

in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

You're Coriolanus.

I'm your mother. I disown you.

"This fellow had

a Volscian to his mother,

"his wife is in Corioli

and his child like him by chance.

"Yet give us our dispatch:

"I am hush'd until

our city be a-fire,

"and then

I'll speak a little. "

"My sister, my sister... "

"Oh, my dear orchard,

"my sweet and lovely orchard.

"My life,

"my youth, my happiness,

"farewell!

"Farewell!"

"I'll met by moonlight,

proud Titania. "

"What, jealous Oberon!

"Fairies, skip hence:

I have forsworn

his bed and company. "

"Tarry, rash wanton:

am I not thy lord?"

"Then I must be thy lady. "

"Kill me to-morrow:

let me live to-night!"

"Nay, if you strive... "

"But half an hour!"

"Being done,

there is no pause. "

"But while I say one prayer!"

"'Tis too late. "

Born to it.

Absolutely born to it.

We did Othello at school.

It wasn't like...

I mean, it wasn't very good.

The thing is, you don't

understand the jealousy bit

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