imagine tryin’ to sleep wid dat on de phonograph!
MARGIE
Maybe you tink we wasn’t glad when de house dick come up and told us all to git dressed and take de air!
PEARL
We told de guys we’d wait for dem ’round de corner.
MARGIE
So here we are.
ROCKY
Sententiously .
Yeah. I see you. But I don’t see no dough yet.
PEARL
With a wink at margie — teasingly . Right on de job, ain’t he, Margie?
MARGIE
Yeah, our little business man! Dat’s him!
ROCKY
Come on! Dig!
They both pull up their skirts to get the money from their stockings .
ROCKY watches this move carefully .
PEARL
Amused .
Pipe him keepin’ cases, Margie.
MARGIE
Amused .
Scared we’re holdin’ out on him.
PEARL
Way he grabs, yuh’d tink it was him done de woik.
She holds out a little roll of bills to rocky.
Here y’are, Grafter!
MARGIE
Holding hers out .
We hope it chokes yuh.
ROCKY counts the money quickly and shoves it in his pocket .
ROCKY
Genially .
You dumb baby dolls gimme a pain. What would you do wid money if I wasn’t around? Give it all to some pimp.
PEARL
Teasingly .
Jees, what’s the difference—?
Hastily .
Aw, I don’t mean dat, Rocky.
ROCKY
His eyes growing hard — slowly .
A lotta difference, get me?
PEARL
Don’t get sore. Jees, can’t yuh take a little kiddin’?
MARGIE
Sure, Rocky, Poil was on’y kiddin’.
Soothingly .
We know yuh got a reg’lar job. Dat’s why we like yuh, see? Yuh don’t
live offa us. Yuh’re a bartender.
ROCKY
Genially again .
Sure, I’m a bartender. Everyone knows me knows dat. And I treat you goils right, don’t I? Jees, I’m wise yuh hold out on me, but I know it ain’t much, so what the hell, I let yuh get away wid it. I tink yuh’re a coupla good kids. Yuh’re aces wid me, see?
PEARL
You’re aces wid us, too. Ain’t he, Margie?
MARGIE
Sure, he’s aces.
ROCKY beams complacently and takes the glasses back to the bar . margie whispers .
Yuh sap, don’t yuh know enough not to kid him on dat? Serve yuh right if he beat yuh up!
PEARL
Admiringly .
Jees, I’ll bet he’d give yuh an awful beatin’, too, once he started.
Ginnies got awful tempers.
MARGIE
Anyway, we wouldn’t keep no pimp, like we was reg’lar old whores. We ain’t dat bad.
PEARL
No. We’re tarts, but dat’s all.
ROCKY
Rinsing glasses behind the bar .
Cora got back around three o’clock. She woke up Chuck and dragged him outa de hay to go to a chop suey joint.
Disgustedly .
Imagine him standin’ for dat stuff!
MARGIE
Disgustedly .
I’ll bet dey been sittin’ around kiddin’ demselves wid dat old pipe dream about getting’ married and settlin’ down on a farm. Jees, when Chuck’s on de wagon, dey never lay off dat dope! Dey give yuh an earful every time yuh talk to ’em!
PEARL
Yeah. Chuck wid a silly grin on his ugly map, de big boob, and Cora gigglin’ like she was in grammar school and some tough guy’d just told her babies wasn’t brung down de chimney by a boid!
MARGIE
And her on de turf long before me and you was! And bot’ of ’em arguin’ all de time, Cora sayin’ she’s scared to marry him because he’ll go on drunks again. Just as dough any drunk could scare Cora!
PEARL
And him swearin’, de big liar, he’ll never go on no more periodicals! An’ den her pretendin’—But it gives me a pain to talk about it. We ought to phone de booby hatch to send round de wagon for ’em.
ROCKY
Comes back to the table — disgustedly .
Yeah, of all de pipe dreams in dis dump, dey got de nuttiest! And nuttin’ stops dem. Dey been dreamin’ it for years, every time Chuck goes on de wagon. I never could figger it. What would gettin’ married get dem? But de farm stuff is de sappiest part. When bot’ of ’em was dragged up in dis ward and ain’t never been nearer a farm dan Coney Island! Jees, dey’d tink dey’d gone deef if dey didn’t hear de El rattle! Dey’d get D.T.s if dey ever hoid a cricket choip! I hoid crickets once
William Manchester, Paul Reid