Blithe Spirit Lines - Mrs. Bradman - Act 2

Opening

“Does it show any signs of clearing?”

Ruth - “No, it’s still pouring.”

“I do sympathize with you, really I do. It’s really been quite a chapter of accidents, hasn’t it?”

Ruth - “It certainly has.”

“That happens sometimes, you know. Everything seems to go wrong at once. Exactly as though there were some evil forces at work.”

“I remember once when George and I went away for a fortnight’s holiday, not long after we were married, we were dogged by bad luck from beginning to end. The weather was vile — George sprained his ankle — I caught a cold and had to stay in bed for two days — and to crown everything the lamp fell over in the sitting room and set fire to the treatise George had written on hyperplasia of the abdominal glands.”

Ruth - “How dreadful!”

“He had to write it all over again, every single word.”

Ruth - “You’re sure you wouldn’t like a cocktail or some sherry or anything?”

“No, thank you — really not. George will be down and a minute and we’ve got to go like lightning. We were supposed to be at the Wilmot’s by seven, and it’s nearly that now.”

Ruth - “I think I’ll have a little sherry. I feel I need it.”

“Don’t worry about your husband’s arm, Mrs. Condomine. I’m sure it’s only a sprain.”

Ruth - “It’s not his arm I’m worried about.”

“And I’m sure Edith will be up and about again in a few days.”

Ruth - “My cook gave notice this morning.”

“Well, really! Servants are just awful, aren’t they? Not a shred of gratitude. At the first sign of trouble they run out of you — like rats leaving a sinking ship.”

Ruth - “I can’t feel your simile was entirely fortunate, Mrs. Bradman.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean that, really, I didn’t.”

Dr. Bradman - “he suddenly said “For God’s sake behave yourself!”.”

“How extraordinary.”

Dr. Bradman - “She’ll be all right in a few days. She’s still recovering from the concussion.”

“It’s funny, isn’t it, that both your housemaid and your husband should fall down on the same day, isn’t it?”

Ruth - “Of course, if that sort of thing amuses you.”

“Of course I didn’t mean it like that, Mrs. Condomine.”

Dr. Bradman - “Come along, my dear. You’re talking too much as usual.”

“You are horrid, George!”

“Goodbye, Mrs. Condomine.”

Dr. Bradman - “The roads are very slippery anyhow. Come along, Violet.”

“Goodbye again! Goodbye, Mrs. Condomine.”