MAN: Give me five minutes more, and I'll tell you what make your typewriter is, and where the last rejection slip came from. MARY LOUISE: Whathow did you know I was a writer? I meant who are you, and why are you here, and where do you come from, and do you sign your real name to your stuff, or use a nom de plume? MAN: When I said, “live here,” I didn't mean just that. MARY LOUISE: If I didn’t, do you think I’d choose this as the one spot in all And suddenly she says: “I guess I'll wash mine too, while the baby's asleep.” Next Door stands there a minute with the wind whipping her skirts about her, and the fresh smell of growing things coming to her. But I suppose I won't be able to do a thing with it.” And then Mrs. “It was something awful, and I wanted it nice for Tuesday night. Next Door comes out to hang a few stockings and a couple of baby dresses she’s just scrubbed clean, and she calls out to you: “Washed your hair?” “Yes,” you say. And the garden smells come to youthe nasturtiums, and the pansies, and the geraniums, you know, and even that clean grass smell, and the pungent vegetable odor, and there are ants, and bees, and butterflies MARY LOUISE: Back home, after you've washed your hair you dry it in the back yard, sitting on the grass, in the sunshine and the breeze. MARY LOUISE: You didn't look luredyou looked lurid. Also your singing lured me to your shores. You have the hair, the comb, the attitude, and the general Lorelei effect. MARY LOUISE: For that matter, all men look like picked chickens with their collars off. But then, all women look alike with their hair down. MAN: Who’s sneaking? I presume you’re the janitor's beautiful daughter. MARY LOUISE: It … it isn’t very nice to sneak up on a woman like that. YOUR SILVERY BEAMS WILL BRING LOVE’S DREAM, KEEP A SHINING IN JUNE (KEEP A SHINING IN JUNE) I WANT TO SPOON (WANT TO SPOON, WANT TO SPOON) MARY LOUISE: BY THE LIGHT (BY THE LIGHT, BY THE LIGHT), The last janitor's wife used to hang her washin' up here, I guess. Say, you can set here on this soap box and let your feet hang down. MARY LOUISE: If you go up high enough, the sunshine is almost the same as it is in the country, isn't it?Ĭemetery is about as near's I'll ever get to the country. I'm from the country, and in the country, at this time of year, when you dry your hair in the back yard, you get the most wonderful scent of green and growing thingsnot just flowers, you know, but new things coming up in the vegetable garden, andandwell, this parsley happens to be the only really gardeny thing I have, so I thought I'd bring it along and sniff it once in a while, and make believe it's the country, up here on the roof.ĬHARLIE: Women ain’t nothin' but little girls in long skirts, and their hair done up. MARY LOUISE: I'll never breathe it to a soul. Only for the love of Mike don't blab it to the other women folks in the buildin', or I'll have the whole works of 'em usin' the roof for a general sun, massage, an' beauty parlor. On a clear day you can see way over 's far 's Eight' Avenoo. MARY LOUISE: Perfect! It’s perfect! Thank you, Charlie.ĬHARLIE: It ain't long on grassy spots up here, but say, breeze! Like a summer resort.
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