The American Dream Scene: Mrs. Barker

Well, dearie, how do you feel?

A little better, I think. Yes, much better, thank you, Grandma.

That’s good

But…I feel so lost…not knowing why I’m here…and, on top of it, they say I was here before.

Up and down the social ladder like mice, if you like similes.

I don’t…particularly.

Well, then, I’m sorry.

Grandma, I feel that I can trust you.

It’s every man for himself around this place…

Oh…is it? Nonetheless, I really do feel that I can trust you. Please tell me why they called and asked us to come.

In fact, they were all somewhat younger

How fascinating!

Bye Bye Adoption Service Nearby

How enthralling!

They said all the most intimate things

How spellbinding! What did they say?

A bumble of joy

A what?

A bumble; a bumble of joy

Oh, like bundle

They wanted to buy something very much like a bumble

How engrossing!

But that’s beside the point

I suppose so. But how gripping!

But…things didn’t work out very well

You mean there was trouble?

I think I’m leaving soon

Oh. Are you really?

Yup

But old people don’t go anywhere; they’re either taken places, or put places

Anyway…things started going badly

Oh yes. Yes.

One night, it cried its heart out, if you can imagine such a thing.

Cried its heart out! Well!

Then it turned out it only had eyes for its Daddy.

For it’s Daddy! Why, any self-respecting woman would have gouged those eyes right out of its head.

But then. It kept its nose up in the air.

Ufggh! How disgusting!

But then, it began to develop an interest for its you-know-what

In its you-know-what! Well, I hope they cut its hands off at the wrists!

But first, they cut off its you-know-what.

A much better idea!

So finally, they had to cut off its hands at the wrists.

Naturally!

Why, one day it called its Mommy a dirty name.

Well, I hope they cut its tongue out.

Just dreadful things

Dreadful!

You can understand why they became discouraged

I certainly can! And what did they do?

That’s what they wanted.

My, my, my

How do you like them apples?

My, my, my