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Quotes of Movie: "American Playhouse" Who Am I This

  • [In the phone company office, George can't help noticing that Helene is a nice-looking lady. He lowers his voice]



    George Johnson:
    Uh, excuse me, have you, uh, have you ever... acted?


    [She stares at him with what might be hostility but is more likely bafflement]



    George Johnson:
    Uh, what do you do? With the machine?



    Helene Shaw:
    I teach the local girls how to operate them.



    George Johnson:
    Ahh. How long are you gonna be in North Crawford?



    Helene Shaw:
    [still officious] I stay in each place eight weeks, sir, then I take a new machine to a new town.



    George Johnson:
    You see, the reason I'm asking is, is, well, you see, I've got this idea. We're, we're having auditions for our Dramatic Club. We're doing a new play, and, uh... Why don't you come over? There's a part in there that'd be perfect for you!


    [Helene looks down, and then looks up, but does not quite meet his eyes for a few seconds, as she is having a revelation]



    Helene Shaw:
    I've been going from town to town for two years. That's the very first time anyone has ever approached me about participating in any community thing.

  • [Helene is auditioning for "A Streetcar named Desire," but she reads the lines stiltedly]



    Doris:
    With a little feeling. Now, pretend that George is Stanley, and that you love him very passionately.


    [George smiles flirtatiously - in a rugged, manly way, of course]



    Doris:
    On second thought, just try to imagine Stanley. Now, let's take it from where we left off.


    [George frowns at Doris, then looks down at the desk, deflated]

  • [after trying to audition, Helene leaves the room, sobs, and then returns]



    Helene Shaw:
    I'm terrible, aren't I?



    George Johnson:
    No! No, you're not, you're fine.



    Helene Shaw:
    [attempting a laugh] No, I'm not. It was awful. I...



    George Johnson:
    You were...



    Helene Shaw:
    - It's like I'm a walking ice-box or something.



    Doris:
    Oh, nobody could look at you and say that, dearie.



    Helene Shaw:
    When people get to know me, that's when they *do* say it. I don't want to be the way that I am. I just can't help it. I feel like I'm in... Well, when I get to know somebody nice, you know, like, like in real life? I feel like I'm in... Like I'm...


    [She lifts her hands and mimes being trapped in glass]



    Helene Shaw:
    ...in some, some kind of, um, a bottle, a-a-as though I can't touch that person, no matter how hard I try. I know what this play is about. I know what's Stella's feeling, I -


    [shakes her head]



    Helene Shaw:
    - I know I should feel it, I, I just...


    [She raises her hands again, pressing against the imaginary bottle, and lowers them]



    Doris:
    You what, dear?



    Helene Shaw:
    I, I just, I don't know how to begin!

  • [Right after Helene has sobbed her self-confession to George and Doris, they hear Harry shout from the doorway - in full Stanley Kowalski mode]



    Harry Nash:
    Are you ready for me yet, George? There's nobody else outside!



    George Johnson:
    Harry, come here. I'm, I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Harry. Excuse me.


    [Helene surreptitiously wipes her eyes]



    George Johnson:
    Uh, Harry, this is Helene Shaw. Helene, this is Harry Nash. Ehh, now, if you get the part of Stella, he'll be your husband in the play.


    [Helene turns to look at Harry and her eyes widen. Music suggesting imminent romance begins to play. Harry is still in his dorky hardware-store outfit, with glasses, hat, and bow-tie, but he removes his glasses and smiles slightly as he looks her up and down appreciatively]



    George Johnson:
    Say, I, uh, I wonder if, uh, if you two would read a scene for me from this play, all right? Right here.


    [Helene tears her eyes away from Harry to look at the playbook]



    George Johnson:
    Could you do that?



    Harry Nash:
    Sure! If Stella's game.


    [She looks up, still wide-eyed]



    Helene Shaw:
    Huh?



    Harry Nash:
    Stella! Stella, that's you.


    [then, gently:]



    Harry Nash:
    Stella's my wife.



    Helene Shaw:
    [weakly] Oh.


    [He turns away to remove his vest and shirt, and a heartbeat rhythm replaces the music. Stella sees Harry's muscular back and she can't look away. He begins shadow-boxing, and she begins to fall in love]

  • [as Stanley Kowalski, in the audition]



    Harry Nash:
    [shouting] Pearls, ropes of 'em. What is this sister of yours - a deep-sea diver?

  • [after Harry and Helene have just given a dynamic performance of a scene at the audition, Harry has returned to his dorky clothes and leans over to whisper to Harry]



    Harry Nash:
    Was that all right?


    [George pretends that he hasn't already determined that Harry will play the part of Stanley Kowalski]



    Harry Nash:
    Oh, uh, for a first reading, that, that wasn't too bad, Harry, yeah.



    Harry Nash:
    Is there a chance I'll get the part?



    George Johnson:
    Uh, I think we can safely say that we, we're leaning powerfully in your direction, Harry.

  • [after a rehearsal that has gone very well, with Helene and Harry acting powerfully, and almost erotically, with each other:]



    George Johnson:
    Lydia. Do we have a play, or do we have a play?



    Lydia:
    What play? There isn't any play going on now.



    George Johnson:
    What?



    Harry Nash:
    [still in Kowalski mode, though with that undeniable Walken accent:] Hey, you!


    [George points toward himself questioningly, to be sure that Harry is speaking to him]



    Harry Nash:
    You t'rough wit' me?



    George Johnson:
    What?



    Harry Nash:
    [shouting] Can I go home now?



    George Johnson:
    Sure, Harry, yeah.


    [Harry waves his hand in a sort of angry farewell and turns away]



    Lydia:
    You aren't directing this play, George.



    George Johnson:
    What do you - What are you saying, what do you mean, "I'm not directing this play"? Who is?



    Lydia:
    Mother Nature at her worst.


    [Helene is watching Harry leave with a hungry, almost feral look. Harry turns back to give Helene a predatory, seductive smile]



    Lydia:
    What's going to happen to that girl when she discovers what Harry really is? What Harry really *isn't*.

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