Glass Menagerie Script

KC Larson

Andrew Mack

Faith Lucero

Pedro Ulloa

Glass Menagerie Script

[The scene begins with Amanda and Tom arguing]

Tom: What in Christ’s name am I?

Amanda: Don’t be using that tone of voice in my house. Have you lost your mind?

Tom: I have.

Amanda: What is the matter with you, you big, big idiot!

Tom: You’ve taken everything from me and now I’m left with nothing.

Amanda: Calm down! Stop yelling!

Tom: You took my books! They meant the world to me!

Amanda: Yes I returned that book back to the library.

[Tom laugh wildly]

                I cannot control those diseased minds who create such books.

[Tom laugh more wildly]

             I will not continue to allow these kinds of books to stay in my home! Not a chance!

Tom: Your house? Who pays rent here? And breaks his back doing so?

Amanda: Stop it with all of your nonsense!

Tom: I guess I must not say anything mother. Besides your always right, so I should not ever question you.

Amanda: Hear me out!

Tom: I’ve hears enough!

Amanda: I demand you to hear what I have to say!

Tom: I’m out of here

Amanda: Come back here damnit! I’m not finished talking to you!

Tom: But I am. [Tom looks away]

Amanda: Listen up and listen good Tom. I’m losing my patience!

[Tom comes back toward Amanda]

Tom: Where do you think I’m at? Aren’t I supposed to have patience to reach the end of mother? 

            I know what I’m doing is unimportant to you.

Amanda: I think you are ashamed of yourself. That’s why you are making such a fool of yourself. I also don’t believe that you are going to the movies all the times you say you are. No one goes to the midnight shows that get out at two in the morning. And they sure do not go to sleep for three hours and then expect to go to work the next day. You have no business showing up to work in that kind of shape!

Tom: No I don’t show up in the best of shape.

Amanda: What the heck are you thinking trying to jeopardize your job like that?

Tom: Look do you think I want to work at the warehouse? Do you think I’m in love with the Continental shoemakers? You think I want to spend fifty-five years down there in that celotex interior! I’d rather get wacked in the head with a crowbar than to get up every morning to your rise and shine rise and shine bull crap for job that pays me sixty-five dollars a month.

[Tom walks past Amanda and she grabs his arm]

      Don’t touch me mother!

Amanda: Where are you going?

Tom: To the movies.

Amanda: I don’t believe you.

Tom: Ok I’m going to Opium dens! I’ve joined the Hogan Gang as a hired assassin who carries a tommy gun in a violin case. They call me killer, killer Wingfield. I’m living a double life. One as a simple warehouse worker and the other as a dynamic czar of the underworld. I go to gambling casinos and wear a fake mustache and a patch over my eye. There they call me El Diablo. My enemies plan to blow this house up. I’ll be glad and so will you. You’ll fly on a broomstick, over Blue Mountain with Seventeen gentleman callers! You ugly-babbling old-witch!

Amanda: I’m not speaking to you until you apologize!