电影《灵欲春宵》
- 1967年
- 奥斯卡(美国电影学院奖) 最佳女配角
- 桑迪·丹尼斯
剧本：爱德华·阿尔比同名剧作
Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?
By Edward Albee
CHARACTERS
1. MARTHA, a large, boisterous woman, 52, looking somewhat younger. Ample, but not fleshy
2. GEORGE, her husband, 46. Thin; hair going grey
3. HONEY, 26, a petite blonde girl, rather plain
4. NICK, 30, her husband. Blond, well-put-together, good-looking
The scene is the living room of a house on the campus of a small New England college
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf was first performed at the Billy Rose Theater, New York City, on 13 October 1962 with the following cast:
MARTHA
Uta Hagen
GEORGE
Arthur Hill
NICK
George Grizzard
HONEY
Melinda Dillon
Directed by ALAN SCHNEIDER
ACT ONE
FUN AND GAMES
[Set in darkness. Crash against front door. MARTHA’S laughter heard. Front door opens, lights are switched on. MARTHA enters, followed by GEORGE.]
MARTHA: Jesus …
GEORGE: … Shhhhhhh …
MARTHA: … H Christ …
GEORGE: For God’s sake, Martha, it’s two o’clock in the...
MARTHA: Oh, George!
GEORGE: … Well, I’m sorry, but....
MARTHA: What a cluck! What a cluck you are.
GEORGE: It’s late, you know? Late.
MARTHA [Looks about the room. Imitates Bette Davis]: What a dump. Hey, what’s that from? “What a dump!”
GEORGE: How would I know what...
MARTHA: Aw, come on! What’s it from? You know...
GEORGE: ... Martha...
MARTHA: WHAT’S IT FROM FOR CHRIST’S SAKE?
GEORGE [wearily]: What’s what from?
MARTHA: I just told you; I just did it. ‘What a dump!’ Hunh? What’s that from?
GEORGE: I haven’t the faintest idea what...
MARTHA: Dumbbell! It’s from some goddamn Bette Davis picture … some goddamn Warner Brothers epic....
GEORGE: I can’t remember all the pictures that...
MARTHA: Nobody’s asking you to remember every single goddamn Warner Brothers epic … just one! One single little epic! Bette Davis gets peritonitis in the end … she’s got this big black fright wig she wears all through the picture and she gets peritonitis, and she’s married to Joseph Cotten or something....
GEORGE: ... Somebody...
MARTHA: … somebody… and she wants to go to Chicago all the time, ‘cause she’s in love with that actor with the scar.... But she gets sick, and she sits down in front of her dressing table....
GEORGE: What actor? What scar?
MARTHA: I can’t remember his name, for God’s sake. What’s the name of the picture? I want to know what the name of the picture is. She sits down in front of her dressing table … and she’s got this peritonitis ... and she tries to put her lipstick on, but she can’t … and she gets it all over her face… but she decides to go to Chicago anyway, and...
GEORGE: Chicago! It’s called Chicago.
MARTHA: Hunh? What ... what is?
GEORGE: The picture … it’s called Chicago....
MARTHA: Good grief! Don’t you know anything? Chicago was a ‘thirties musical, starring little Miss Alice Faye. Don’t you know anything?
GEORGE: Well, that was probably before my time, but...
MARTHA: Can it! Just cut that out! This picture... Bette Davis comes home from a hard day at the grocery store....
GEORGE: She works in a grocery store?
MARTHA: She’s a housewife; she buys things… and she comes home with the groceries, and she walks into the modest living room of the modest cottage modest Joseph Cotten has set her up in....
GEORGE: Are they married?
MARTHA [impatiently]: Yes. They’re married. To each other. Cluck! And she comes in, and she looks around, and she puts her groceries down, and she says, ‘What a dump!’
GEORGE [pause]: Oh.
MARTHA [pause]: She’s discontent.
GEORGE [pause]: Oh.
MARTHA [pause]: Well, what’s the name of the picture?
GEORGE: I really don’t know, Martha....
MARTHA: Well, think!
GEORGE: I’m tired, dear… it’s late... and besides...
MARTHA: I don’t know what you’re so tired about… you haven’t done anything all day; you didn’t have any classes, or anything....
GEORGE: Well, I’m tired.... If your father didn’t set up these goddamn Saturday night orgies all the time....
MARTHA: Well, that’s too bad about you, George....
GEORGE [grumbling]: Well, that’s how it is, anyway.
MARTHA: You didn’t do anything; you never do anything; you never mix. You just sit around and talk.
GEORGE: What do you want me to do? Do you want me to act like you? Do you want me to go around all night braying at everybody, the way you do?
MARTHA [braying]: I DON’T BRAY!
GEORGE [Softly]: All right… you don’t bray.
MARTHA [hurt]: I do not bray.
GEORGE: All right. I said you didn’t bray.
MARTHA [pouting]: Make me a drink.
GEORGE: What?
MARTHA [Still Softly]: I said, make me a drink.
GEORGE [moving to the portable bar]: Well, I don’t suppose a nightcap’d kill either one of us....
MARTHA: A nightcap! Are you kidding? We’ve got guests.
GEORGE [disbelieving]: We’ve got what?
MARTHA: Guests. GUESTS.
GEORGE: GUESTS!
MARTHA: Yes… guests… people.... We’ve got guests coming over.
GEORGE: When?
MARTHA: NOW!
GEORGE: Good Lord, Martha... do you know what time it... Who’s coming over?
MARTHA: What’s-their-name.
GEORGE: Who?
MARTHA: WHAT’S-THEIR-NAME!
GEORGE: Who what’s-their-name?
MARTHA: I don’t know what their name is, George.... You met them tonight… they’re new… he’s in the math department, or something....
GEORGE: Who... who are these people?
MARTHA: You met them tonight, George.
GEORGE: I don’t remember meeting anyone tonight....
MARTHA: Well you did.... Will you give me my drink, please.... He’s in the math department… about thirty, blond, and...
GEORGE: ... and good-looking....
MARTHA: Yes... and good-looking....
GEORGE: It figures.
MARTHA: … and his wife’s a mousey little type, without any hips, or anything.
GEORGE [vaguely]: Oh.
MARTHA: You remember them now?
GEORGE: Yes, I guess so, Martha.... But why in God’s name are they coming over here now?
MARTHA [in a so-there voice]: Because Daddy said we should be nice to them, that’s why.
GEORGE [defeated]: Oh, Lord.
MARTHA: May I have my drink, please? Daddy said we should be nice to them. Thank you.
GEORGE: But why now? It’s after two o’clock in the morning, and...
MARTHA: Because Daddy said we should be nice to them!
GEORGE: Yes. But I’m sure your father didn’t mean we were supposed to stay up all night with these people. I mean, we could have them over some Sunday or something....
MARTHA: Well, never mind.... Besides, it is Sunday. Very early Sunday.
GEORGE: I mean... it’s ridiculous....
MARTHA: Well, it’s done!
GEORGE [resigned and exasperated]: All right. Well... where are they? If we’ve got guests, where are they?
MARTHA: They’ll be here soon.
GEORGE: What did they do... go home and get some sleep first, or something?
MARTHA: They’ll be here!
GEORGE: I wish you’d tell me about something sometime.... I wish you’d stop springing things on me all the time.
MARTHA: I don’t spring things on you all the time.
GEORGE: Yes, you do... you really do... you’re always springing things on me.
MARTHA [friendly patronizing]: Oh, George!
GEORGE: Always.
MARTHA: Poor Georgie-Porgie, put-upon pie! [As he sulks] Awwnvwww... what are you doing? Are you sulking? Hunh? Let me see... are you sulking? Is that what you’re doing?
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