What Kind of Singer Are You? - Page 5

dissention · #61 12-07-2004, 04:02 PM

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Originally Posted by strandinthewind

Hello - I am talking about our BROADWAY performance of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf" - I, of course, am playing Martha

"She was a housewife - she bought things!!!!!"

Of course to let Diss. have the line "All I said was that our son, the apple of our three eyes, Martha being a cyclops, our son is a beanbag, and you get testy!"

I did Who's Afraid of Virgina Woolf, actually.

That was one of my favorites.

amber · #62 12-07-2004, 04:03 PM

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Originally Posted by strandinthewind

Hello - I am talking about our BROADWAY performance of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf" - I, of course, am playing Martha

"She was a housewife - she bought things!!!!!"

Of course to let Diss. have the line "All I said was that our son, the apple of our three eyes, Martha being a cyclops, our son is a beanbag, and you get testy!"

Here are some more:

Memorable Quotes from
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966)
Martha: I swear to GOD George, if you even EXISTED I'd divorce you.

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Honey: I dance like the wind.

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Martha: Look, sweetheart, I can drink you under any goddamn table you want, so don't worry about me.

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Honey: Oh, I don't know, a little brandy maybe. "Never mix, never worry!"
George: Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you?
Martha: Sure! "Never mix, never worry!"

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[Martha has changed into an embarrassingly tight and revealing outfit]
George: Why Martha! Your Sunday chapel dress!

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Martha: I hope that was an empty bottle, George! You can't afford to waste good liquor, not on YOUR salary!

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George: All I said was that our son, the apple of our three eyes, Martha being a cyclops, our son is a beanbag, and you get testy!

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Honey: They dance like they've danced before.
George: It's a familiar dance, monkey nipples, they both know it.

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Martha: You make me puke.
George: That wasn't a very nice thing to say, Martha.

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George: Martha, in my mind you're buried in cement right up to the neck. No, up to the nose, it's much quieter.

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Nick: To you, everybody's a flop. Your husband's a flop, I'm a flop.
Martha: You're all flops. I am the Earth Mother, and you are all flops.

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Nick: I'm tired, I've been drinking since nine o'clock, my wife is vomiting, there's been a lot of screaming going on around here!

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George: So you get testy, naturally, don't worry about it! Anybody who comes here ends up getting testy, it's expected. Don't be upset.
Nick: I'm not upset.
George: You're testy.
Nick: Yes.

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George: Martha is 108... years old. She weighs somewhat more than that.

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Nick: Who did the painting?
George: Some Greek with a moustache that Martha attacked one night.

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George: Martha, will you show her where we keep the, uh, euphemism?

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George: Vanish!

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Martha: I disgust me. You know, there's only been one man in my whole life who's ever made me happy. Do you know that?
[pause]
Martha: George, my husband... George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy. Yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest; for having seen me and having said: yes, this will do.

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George: You take the trouble to construct a civilization, to build a society based on the principles of... of principle. You make government and art and realize that they are, must be, both the same. You bring things to the saddest of all points, to the point where there is something to lose. Then, all at once, through all the music, through all the sensible sounds of men building, attempting, comes the Dies Irae. And what is it? What does the trumpet sound? Up yours.

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George: I'm very impressed.
Martha: You're damn right.
George: I said I was impressed. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?

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Martha: [derogatorily, to George] Hey, swamp! Hey swampy!
George: Yes, Martha? Can I get you something?
Martha: Ah, well, sure. You can, um, light my cigarette, if you're of a mind to.
George: No. There are limits. I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the old evolutionary ladder, which is up your line. Now, I will hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see but I will not light your cigarette. And that, as they say, is that.
Martha: Jesus.

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Nick: [to Honey] We'll go in a little while.
George: Oh no. No, you mustn't. Martha is changing, and Martha is not changing for me, Martha hasn't changed for me in years. If Martha is changing, that means we're going to be here for days. You're being accorded an honor, and you mustn't forget that Martha is the daughter of our beloved boss. She is his right... arm. I was going to use another word, but we'll leave that sort of talk to Martha.

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[George takes a corner far too fast, tossing everyone in the car from side to side. Pause]
Martha: Aren't you going to apologize?
George: Not my fault, the road should've been straight.
Martha: No, aren't you going to apologize for making Honey throw up?
George: I didn't make her throw up.
Martha: What, you think it was handsome there? You think he made his own wife throw up?
George: Well, you make me throw up.
Martha: That's different.

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Martha: Hey!
George: Hark! Jungle sounds.
Martha: Hey!
George: Animal noises.

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George: You're a monster - You are.
Martha: I'm loud and I'm vulgar, and I wear the pants in the house because somebody's got to, but I am not a monster. I'm not.
George: You're a spoiled, self-indulgent, willful, dirty-minded, liquor-ridden...
Martha: SNAP! It went SNAP! I'm not gonna try to get through to you any more. There was a second back there, yeah, there was a second, just a second when I could have gotten through to you, when maybe we could have cut through all this, this CRAP. But it's past, and I'm not gonna try.

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Martha: I looked at you tonight and you weren't there... And I'm gonna howl it out, and I'm not gonna give a damn what I do and I'm gonna make the biggest god-damn explosion you've ever heard.
George: Try and I'll beat you at your own game.
Martha: Is that a threat George, huh?
George: It's a threat, Martha.
Martha: You're gonna get it, baby.
George: Be careful Martha. I'll rip you to pieces.
Martha: You're not man enough. You haven't the guts.
George: Total war.
Martha: Total.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061184/quotes

You were talking Oscars, not broadway. Thanks for the big long recap. That illustrates perfectly what i'm talking about. And? I am playing Martha!!!!!

I already have, and i was a smash!! THE ROLE IS MINE!!!!!

dissention · #63 12-07-2004, 04:03 PM

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Originally Posted by strandinthewind

No, it was some CHILD "star" - peasant - he'll never work in this town again

My, my, how your star faded so quickly. Beaten by Haley Joel Osment. That spells box office poison.

strandinthewind · #64 12-07-2004, 04:03 PM

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Originally Posted by dissention

I did Who's Afraid of Virgina Woolf, actually.

That was one of my favorites.

I was BORN to play Martha - I mean hello - the lines

Martha: Look, sweetheart, I can drink you under any goddamn table you want, so don't worry about me.

and

Honey: Oh, I don't know, a little brandy maybe. "Never mix, never worry!"
George: Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you?
Martha: Sure! "Never mix, never worry!"

are practcally autobiographical

strandinthewind · #65 12-07-2004, 04:04 PM

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Originally Posted by dissention

My, my, how your star faded so quickly. Beaten by Haley Joel Osment. That spells box office poison.

Get your facts straight - it was McCauley Caulkin - that twat

strandinthewind · #66 12-07-2004, 04:05 PM

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Originally Posted by amber

You were talking Oscars, not broadway. Thanks for the big long recap. That illustrates perfectly what i'm talking about. And? I am playing Martha!!!!!

I already have, and i was a smash!! THE ROLE IS MINE!!!!!

We got the movie rights in our contracts - keep up or do not play

dissention · #67 12-07-2004, 04:06 PM

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Originally Posted by strandinthewind

I was BORN to play Martha - I mean hello - the lines

Martha: Look, sweetheart, I can drink you under any goddamn table you want, so don't worry about me.

and

Honey: Oh, I don't know, a little brandy maybe. "Never mix, never worry!"
George: Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you?
Martha: Sure! "Never mix, never worry!"

are practcally autobiographical

The lines in that one are priceless. Elizabeth Rosemond Hilton Wilding Tood Fisher Burton Burton Warner Fortensky Taylor and Richard Burton were perfect in that movie.

strandinthewind · #68 12-07-2004, 04:07 PM

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Originally Posted by dissention

I did Who's Afraid of Virgina Woolf, actually.

That was one of my favorites.

You sobered up long enough to remember the lines

And - since they are soused the ENTIRE TIME - your slur came in handy

strandinthewind · #69 12-07-2004, 04:08 PM

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Originally Posted by dissention

The lines in that one are priceless. Elizabeth Rosemond Hilton Wilding Tood Fisher Burton Burton Warner Fortensky Taylor and Richard Burton were perfect in that movie.

When she is in those stretch pants eating that fried chicken - SHEEBUS!!!!!!!!!

I love her in that. I truly think they were so good because they really were like that - a la W. Ryder playing nuts - no acting required there

dissention · #70 12-07-2004, 04:08 PM

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Originally Posted by strandinthewind

Get your facts straight - it was McCauley Caulkin - that twat

And I, in the meantime, am winning Independent Spirit Awards left and right and have just been nominated for my seventh Oscar. Now that's a career.

amber · #71 12-07-2004, 04:09 PM

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Originally Posted by strandinthewind

We got the movie rights in our contracts - keep up or do not play

Well, it's hard to play during a monologue. By the way? I met the producer last weekend and he was so taken with me, that he has decided unless I do it, he walks. There goes your money, boys. And, PS? Don't tell me what to do!!!

dissention · #72 12-07-2004, 04:10 PM

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Originally Posted by strandinthewind

When she is in those stretch pants eating that fried chicken - SHEEBUS!!!!!!!!!

I love her in that. I truly think they were so good because they really were like that - a la W. Ryder playing nuts - no acting required there

Of course they were. She's been Burtonized twice.

The Tower · #73 12-07-2004, 04:10 PM

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Originally Posted by strandinthewind

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Honey: Oh, I don't know, a little brandy maybe. "Never mix, never worry!"
George: Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you?
Martha: Sure! "Never mix, never worry!" ------
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Martha: [derogatorily, to George] Hey, swamp! Hey swampy!
George: Yes, Martha? Can I get you something?
Martha: Ah, well, sure. You can, um, light my cigarette, if you're of a mind to.
George: No. There are limits. I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the old evolutionary ladder, which is up your line. Now, I will hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see but I will not light your cigarette. And that, as they say, is that.
Martha: Jesus.
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Probably my favorite movie of all time. Elizabeth Taylor at her best and Richard Burton never got to do this kind of material.

Years and years ago, my once-upon-a-time over-the-hill faded-flower fag hag (she was a department store print ad model in the 1970/71 floral-print-dresses/large floppy-sundress-hat era) and I went to the Beverly Theatre to see this movie on revival screen. She had a HUGE purse with a big ole jug-o'-wine in it. Needless to say this was before the era of 9/11 patdowns and bag searches.

For those who haven't seen this movie- this is the best way I recommend to view it...

dissention · #74 12-07-2004, 04:12 PM

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Originally Posted by amber

Well, it's hard to play during a monologue. By the way? I met the producer last weekend and he was so taken with me, that he has decided unless I do it, he walks. There goes your money, boys. And, PS? Don't tell me what to do!!!

I'll finance it myself on the cheap, a la Gibson, and make most of the profits while you slave away in the trenches of dinner club theatre.

strandinthewind · #75 12-07-2004, 04:12 PM

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Originally Posted by amber

Well, it's hard to play during a monologue. By the way? I met the producer last weekend and he was so taken with me, that he has decided unless I do it, he walks. There goes your money, boys. And, PS? Don't tell me what to do!!!

Who is this gnat on a star's stage