All My Sons: Jim lines

All of Jim Bayliss's lines from Arthur Miller's "All My Sons".

[START OF PLAY]

Where’s your tobacco?

I think I left it on the table. Gonna rain tonight.

Paper says so?

Yeah, right here.

Then it can’t rain.

Is he talkin’ sense?

Him? He’s all right. He’s just completely out of his mind, that’s all.

The trouble with you is, you don’t believe in anything.

And your trouble is that you believe in anything. You didn’t see my kid this morning, did you?

Imagine? He walked off with his thermometer. Right out of his bag.

What a problem. One look at a girl and he takes her temperature.

That boy’s going to be a real doctor; he’s smart.

Over my dead body he’ll be a doctor. A good beginning, too.

Why? It’s an honorable profession.

Frank, will you stop talking like a civics book?

I think it was, yeah. And he worked in his basement discovering things. That’s what you ought to do; you could help humanity, instead of…

I would love to help humanity on a Warner Brothers salary.

That’s very good, Jim.

Well, where’s the beautiful girl was supposed to be here?

Sure, sleepin’ upstairs. We picked her up on the one o’clock train last night. Wonderful thing. Girl leaves here, a scrawny kid. Couple of years go by, she’s a regular woman. Hardly recognized her, and she was running in and out of this yard all her life. That was a very happy family used to live in your house, Jim.

Like to meet her. The block can use a pretty girl. In the whole neighborhood there’s not a damned thing to look at. …Except my wife, of course.

Mrs. Adams is on the phone, you dog.

Such is the condition which prevails, my love, my light…

Don’t sniff around me. And give her a nasty answer. I can smell her perfume over the phone.

What’s the matter with her now?

I don’t know, dear. She sounds like she’s in terrible pain—unless her mouth is full of candy.

Why don’t you just tell her to lay down?

She enjoys it more when you tell her to lay down. And when are you going to see Mr. Hubbard?

My dear; Mr. Hubbard is not sick, and I have better things to do than to sit there and hold his hand.

It seems to me that for ten dollars you could hold his hand.

If your son wants to play golf tell him I’m ready. Or if he’d like to take a trip around the world for about thirty years.

Oh, excuse me!

How do you do. She looks very intelligent!

Oh sure, he writes a lot about you.

Don’t believe it. He likes everybody. In the Battalion he was known as Mother McKeller.

I can believe it… You know—? It’s so strange seeing him come out of that yard. I guess I never grew up. It almost seems that Mom and Pop are in there now. And you and my brother doing algebra, and Larry trying to copy my homework. Gosh, those dear dead days beyond recall.

Well, I hope that doesn’t mean you want me to move out?

Jim, come in here! Mr. Hubbard is on the phone!

I told you I don’t want…

Please, dear! Please!!

All right, Susie, all right, all right… I’ve only met you, Ann, but if I may offer you a piece of advice—When you marry, never—even in your mind—never count your husband’s money.

Jim?!

At once! At once.

What’s the matter? Where is he?

Where’s your mother?

What happened to George?

I asked him to wait in the car. Listen to me now. Can you take some advice? Don’t bring him in here.

Why?

Kate is in bad shape, you can’t explode this in front of her.

Explode what?

You know why he’s here, don’t try to kid it away. There’s blood in his eye; drive him somewhere and talk to him alone.

Don’t be an old lady.

He’s come to take her home. What does that mean? You know what that means. Fight it out with him someplace else.

No.

Will you stop being an idiot?

How about the beach, Jim?

Oh, it’s too hot to drive.

He’s frank, isn’t he?

See you later… Take it easy, fella.

[START OF ACT III]

Any news?

No news.

You can’t sit up all night, dear, why don’t you go to bed?

You can’t sit up all night, dear, why don’t you go to bed?

But it’s almost two o’clock.

I can’t sleep. You had an emergency?

Somebody had a headache and thought he was dying. Half of my patients are quite mad. Nobody realizes how many people are walking around loose, and they’re cracked as coconuts. Money. Money-money-money-money. You say it long enough it doesn’t mean anything. Oh how I’d love to be around when that happens!

You’re so childish, Jim! Sometimes you are.

Kate. What happened?

I told you. He had an argument with Joe. Then he got in the car and drove away.

What kind of an argument?

An argument, Joe…he was crying like a child, before.

They argued about Ann?

No, not Ann. Imagine? She hasn’t come out of that room since he left. All night in that room.

What’d Joe do, tell him?

Tell him what?

Don’t be afraid, Kate, I know. I’ve always known.

How?

It occured to me a long time ago.

I always had the feeling that in the back of his head, Chris…almost knew. I didn’t think it would be such a shock.

Chris would never know how to live with a thing like that. It takes a certain talent…for lying. You have it, and I do. But not him.

What do you mean…he’s not coming back?

Oh, no, he’ll come back. We all come back, Kate. These private little revolutions always die. The compromise is always made. In a peculiar way, Frank is right—every man does have a star. The star of one’s honesty. And you spend your life groping for it, but once it’s out it never lights again. I don’t think he went very far. He probably just wanted to be alone to watch his star go out.

Just as long as he comes back.

I wish he wouldn’t, Kate. One year I simply took off, went to New Orleans; for two months I lived on bananas and milk, and studied a certain disease. It was beautiful. And then she came, and she cried. And I went back home with her. And now I live in the usual darkness; I can’t find myself; it’s even hard sometimes to remember the kind of man I wanted to be. I’m a good husband; Chris is a good son—he’ll come back. I have a feeling he’s in the park. I’ll look around for him. Put her to bed, Joe; this is no good for what she’s got.