TOM: What goods?

JIM: A course I’m taking.

TOM: Huh?

JIM: In public speaking! You and me, we’re not the warehouse type.

TOM: Thanks – that’s good news. But what has public speaking got to do with it?

JIM: It fits you for – executive positions!

TOM: Awww.

JIM: I tell you it’s done a helluva lot for me.

[IMAGE: EXECUTIVE AT DESK.]

TOM: In what respect?

JIM: In every! Ask yourself what is the difference between you an’ me and men in the office down front? Brains? No! – Ability? – No! Then what? Just one little thing

TOM: What is that one little thing?

JIM Primarily it amounts to – social poise! Being able to square up to people and hold your own on any social level!

AMANDA [off stage]: Tom?

TOM: Yes, Mother?

AMANDA: Is that you and Mr. O’Connor?

AMANDA: Well, you just make yourselves comfortable in there.

TOM: Yes, Mother.

AMANDA: Ask Mr. O’Connor if he would like to wash his hands.

JIM Aw, no – no – thank you – I took care of that at the warehouse. Tom-

TOM: Yes?

JIM: Mr. Mendoza was speaking to me about you.

TOM: Favourably?

JIM: What do you think?

TOM: Well

JIM: You’re going to be out of a job if you don’t wake up.

TOM: I am waking up

JIM: You show no signs.

TOM: The signs are interior.

[IMAGE ON SCREEN: THE SAILING VESSEL WITH JOLLY ROGER AGAIN.]

TOM: I’ m planning to change. [He loans over the rail speaking with quiet exhilaration. The incandescent marquees and signs of the first-run movie houses light his face from across the alley. He looks like a voyager.] I’m right at the point of committing myself to a future that doesn’t include the warehouse and Mr. Mendoza or even a night-school course in public speaking.

JIM: What are you gassing about?

TOM: I’m tired of the movies.

JIM: Movies!

TOM: Yes, movies! Look at them? [A wave toward the marvels of Grand Avenue.] All of those glamorous people – having, adventures – hogging it all, gobbling the whole thing up! You know what happens? People go to the movies instead of moving! Hollywood characters are supposed to have all the adventures for everybody in America, while everybody in America sits in a dark room and watches them have them! Yes, until there’s a war. That’s when adventure becomes available to the masses! Everyone’s dish, not only Gable’s! Then the people in the dark room come out of the dark room to have some adventure themselves Goody, goody! – It’s our turn now, to go to the South Sea Islands – to make a safari – to be exotic, far-off! – But I’m not patient. I don’t want to wait till then. I’m tired of the movies and I am about to move!

JIM [incredulously]: Move?

TOM: Yes.

JIM: When?

TOM: Soon!

JIM: Where? Where?

[THEME THREE MUSIC SEEMS TO ANSWER THE QUESTION, WHILE TOM THINKS IT OVER. HE SEARCHES AMONG HIS POCKETS.]

TOM: I’m starting to boil inside. I know I seem dreamy, but inside – well, I’m boiling! – Whenever I pick up a shoe, I shudder a little thinking how short life is and what I am doing! – Whatever that means, I know it doesn’t mean shoes – except as something to wear on a traveler’s feet! [Finds paper.]Look

JIM: What?

TOM: I’m a member.

JIM [reading]: The Union of Merchant Seamen.

TOM: I paid my dues this month, instead of the light bill.

JIM: You will regret it when they turn the lights off.

TOM: I won’t be here.

JIM: How about your mother?

TOM: I’m like my father. The bastard son of a bastard! See how he grins? And he’s been absent going on sixteen years!

JIM: You’re just talking, you drip. How does your mother feel about it?

TOM: Shhh! –

Here comes mother! Mother is not acquainted with my plans!

AMANDA [enters portières]: Where are you all?

TOM: On the terrace, Mother.

[They start inside. She advances to them. TOM is distinctly shocked at her appearance. Even JIM blinks a little. He is making his first contact with girlish Southern vivacity and in spite of the night-school course in public speaking is somewhat thrown off the beam by the unexpected outlay of social charm. Certain responses are attempted by JIM but are swept aside by AMANDA’s gay laughter and chatter. TOM is embarrassed but after the first shock JIM reacts very warmly. Grins and chuckles, is altogether won over.

IMAGE: AMANDA AS A GIRL.]

AMANDA [coyly smiling, shaking her girlish ringlets]: Well, well, well, so this is Mr. O’Connor. Introductions entirely unnecessary. I’ve heard so much about you from my boy. I finally said to him, Tom – good gracious! – why don’t you bring this paragon to supper? Id like to meet this nice young man at the warehouse! – Instead of just hearing you sing his praises so much! I don’t know why my son is so stand-offish – that’s not Southern behaviour! Let’s sit down and – I think we could stand a little more air in here! Tom, leave the door open. I felt a nice fresh breeze a moment ago. Where has it gone to? Mmm, so warm already! And not quite summer, even. We’re going to bum up when summer really gets started. However, we’re having – we’re having a very light supper. I think light things are better fo’ this time of year. The same as light clothes are. Light clothes an’ light food are what warm weather calls fo’. You know our blood gets so thick during th’ winter – it takes a while fo’ us to adjust ou’selves! – when the season changes …It’s come so quick this year. I wasn’t prepared. All of a sudden – heavens! Already summer! – I ran to the trunk an’ pulled out this light dress – Terribly old! Historical almost! But feels so good – so good an’ co-ol, y’ know….

TOM: Mother

AMANDA: Yes, honey?

TOM: How about – supper?

AMANDA: Honey, you go ask Sister if supper is ready! You know that Sister is in full charge of supper! Tell her you hungry boys are waiting for it.

[To JIM]

Have you met Laura?

JIM: She –

AMANDA: Let you in? Oh, good, you’ve met already! It’s rare for a girl as sweet an’ pretty as Laura to be domestic! But Laura is, thank heavens, not only pretty but also very domestic. I’m not at all. I never was a bit. I never could make a thing but angel-food cake. Well, in the South we had so many servants. Gone, gone, gone. All vestige of gracious living! Gone completely! I wasn’t prepared for what the future brought me. All of my gentlemen callers were sons of planters and so of course I assumed that I would be married to one and raise my family on a large piece of land with plenty of servants. But man proposes and woman accepts[19] the proposal! – To vary that old, old saying a little bit – I married no planter! I married a man who worked for the telephone company! – That gallantly smiling gentleman over there! [Points to the picture.] A telephone man who – fell in love with long distance! – Now he travels and I don’t even know where! – But what am I going on for about my – tribulations? Tell me yours? I hope you don’t have any! Tom?

TOM [returning]: Yes, Mother?

AMANDA: Is supper nearly ready?

TOM: It looks to me like supper is on the table.

AMANDA: Let me look – [She rises prettily and looks through portières.] Oh, lovely! – But where is Sister?

TOM: Laura is not feeling well – and she says that she thinks she’d better not come to the table.

AMANDA: What? – Nonsense! – Laura? Oh, Laura!

LAURA [off stage, faintly]: Yes, Mother.

AMANDA: You really must come to the table. We won’t be seated until you come to the table! Come in, Mr. O’Connor. You sit over there, and I’ll Laura – Laura Wingfield! You’re keeping us waiting, honey! We can’t say grace until you come to the table!