Laurey Act 1 Scene 1 pg4-10

Curly: Yeow, you too!

Oh, what a beautiful mornin’

Oh, what a beautiful day.

Oh, I thought you was somebody.

I got a beautiful feelin’

Ev’rythin’s goin’ my way.

Is this all that’s come a-callin’ and it a’ready ten o’clock of a Sattidy mornin’?

Curly: You knowed it was me ‘fore you opened the door.

No sich of a thing.

Curly: You did, too! You heared me voice and knowed it was me.

I heared a voice a-talkin’ nimble along with Aunt Eller. And heared someone a-singin’ like a bullfrog in a pond.

Curly: You nowed it was me, so you set in there a-thinkin’ up sump’n mean to say. I’m a good mind not to ast you to the Box Social.

If you did ast me, I wouldn’t go with you. Besides, how’d you take me? You aint’ bought a new buggy with red wheels onto it, have you?

Curly: No I ain’t.

And a spankin’ team with their bridles all jinglin’?

Curly: No.

‘Spect me to ride on behind ole Dun, I guess. You better ast that old Cummin’s girl you’ve tuck sich a shine to, over acrost the river.

Curly: If I was to ast you, they’d be a way to take you, Miss Laurey Smarty.

Oh, they would?

Curly: On’y she talked so mean to me a while back, Aunt Eller, I’m a good mind not to take her.

Ain’t said I was goin!

Ain’t ast you!

Whur’d you git sich a rig at? Anh! I bet he’s went and h’ard a rig over to Claremore! Thinkin’ I’d go with him!

Curly: ‘S all you know about it.

Spent all his money h’aring a rig and now ain’t got nobody to ride in it!

Curly: Have, too! Did not h’ar it. Made the whle thing up outa my head.

What! Made it up?

Curly: Dashboard and all.

Oh! Git offa the place, you! Aunt Eller, make him git his-se’f outa here.

Tellin’ me lies!

Curly: Don’t you hurry with the surrey

With the fringe on the top.

On’y…on’y there ain’t no sich rig. You said you made the whole thing up.

Curly: Well…

Why’d you come around here with yer stories and lies, gittin’ me all worked up that-a-way? Talkin’ ‘bout the sun swimmin’ on the hill, and all—like it was so. Who’d want to ride ‘longside of you anyway?

Aunt Eller: Whyn’t you jist grab her and kiss her when she acts that-a-way, Curly? She’s jist achin’ fer you to, I bet.

Oh I won’t even speak to him, let alone ‘low him to kiss me, the braggin’ bow-legged, wisht-he-had-a-sweetheart bum!