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ANGEL'S FLAT
Lights.
Pole and J-Boy are playing cards.
Lights.
Pole and J-Boy are playing cards.
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Play Scenes
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T 'N the Boys
(Act One, Scene Ten)
J-Boy
(Laying down his hand) Rummy.
Pole
I thought we was playing poker.
J-Boy
Rummy
Pole
And I was playing for a flush.
Weed
(Reading) Listen to this... 'Native of the north temperate regions, the pink is able to tolerate extreme cold, but it does not enjoy excessive wet. The Athenians held the plant in so great esteem that they named it Di-Anthos, Flower of Jove, awarding it the highest honour.'
J-Boy
Tell me something, Weed. Just you tell me something. You reading about that shit all day
long and you ain't even got a goddamn garden.
Weed
So?
J-Boy
So you've no bloody garden, have you?
Weed
I'll get a garden. I'll get one. I got myself a goal and I'm going to get one. When you're after something, you got a chance to get it. Not like you lot. You're after nothing and that's just what you're going to get.
J-Boy
(To Pole) It's your deal.
(Laying down his hand) Rummy.
Pole
I thought we was playing poker.
J-Boy
Rummy
Pole
And I was playing for a flush.
Weed
(Reading) Listen to this... 'Native of the north temperate regions, the pink is able to tolerate extreme cold, but it does not enjoy excessive wet. The Athenians held the plant in so great esteem that they named it Di-Anthos, Flower of Jove, awarding it the highest honour.'
J-Boy
Tell me something, Weed. Just you tell me something. You reading about that shit all day
long and you ain't even got a goddamn garden.
Weed
So?
J-Boy
So you've no bloody garden, have you?
Weed
I'll get a garden. I'll get one. I got myself a goal and I'm going to get one. When you're after something, you got a chance to get it. Not like you lot. You're after nothing and that's just what you're going to get.
J-Boy
(To Pole) It's your deal.
Knock at the door.
Pole
Weasel's back.
J-Boy
Door, Weed.
Weed
God...
Pole
Hurry up.
Weed
All right.
Weasel's back.
J-Boy
Door, Weed.
Weed
God...
Pole
Hurry up.
Weed
All right.
Weed to the door. Weasel enters with a large bouquet of flowers.
Weasel
Fucking bitch won't put them in a box. I say they got to be in a box, but she don't have no box so she's got to wrap it. She's got pretty paper, but no box.
Pole
T wants them in a box.
Weasel
What I just say? They got no box. They got this pretty paper and that's all.
J-Boy
That's shit paper. That paper's as ugly as your arse.
Weasel
That's what they got.
J-Boy
I could get a box.
Weasel
Well, you weren't there, were you?
J-Boy
I could have got one.
Fucking bitch won't put them in a box. I say they got to be in a box, but she don't have no box so she's got to wrap it. She's got pretty paper, but no box.
Pole
T wants them in a box.
Weasel
What I just say? They got no box. They got this pretty paper and that's all.
J-Boy
That's shit paper. That paper's as ugly as your arse.
Weasel
That's what they got.
J-Boy
I could get a box.
Weasel
Well, you weren't there, were you?
J-Boy
I could have got one.