DONNA LINES ACT ONE MAMMA MIA YUH YUH YUH

Tanya: Donna knows i don’t do walking…

Tanya: Donna knows i don’t do walking…

Well would you look at what the tide washed in!

Rosie/Tanya: Donna…

AND THE DYNAMOS

Rosie: So how’s the mother of the bride?

Much better for seeing the two of you. God, Tanya--eight friggin years!

T: I know honey, i’m sorry. It’s just been one jet-setting millionaire after another.

I know and i’ve been chained to this place. The constant battles with the bank manager.

Sophie: Of course I do, Auntie Tanya.

Will you look at my baby--her whole life ahead of her…

S: Mom, I’m getting married not joining a convent!

A white wedding, can you believe this? I don’t know where she gets it from.

Sky: Don’t blame me, Donna it wasn’t my idea.

Girls, meet the leading man at tomorrow’s shin dig. Sky, this is Tanya and Rosie, my one-time backup band and all-time best pals

Eddie: No. Because he gets up your nose.

Tanya, meet Pepper and Eddie-- my bar staff, waiters, boat-men, and general help. Only they’re generally no help at all--don’t you two have any work to do?

T: Honey, the Taverna looks fabulous.

We’ve got Sky to thank for that.

Sky: I’d had enough. I’d been dealing in the world but i’d never seen the world.

…well you should see what he’s done to my world. He’s got me on-line, e-mailed, wired-up and knuckled down.

Sky: You have to move with the times, Donna-- no more euros under the mattress.

You just invent me a machine that’ll make the beds

S: If they did, you’d be going along behind it, making them again. I know you, Mom.

Are you kidding? I’ll be more than ready to put my feet up when my boat comes in.

R: Well, it’s a bit of an eye-sore.

That eyesore’s gonna be my Floating Casino!

R: What?

Sky and Eddie are transforming it into a millionaire’s paradise

T: I don’t think so, honey, I spent thier millions

Well girls, that is my jackpot! I need a break, I need a vacation. I’ve been running this hotel for fifteen years and i’ve never had a day off… (Money, Money, Money)

Bill: Donna!

Bill?

Harry: Hello, Donna.

Harry?

Sam: Hi.

YOU! (Mamma Mia)

(Mamma Mia ends)

I’m dreaming, aren’t i? You aren’t really here?

Sam: Would you like me to pinch you?

You keep your hands to yourself.

Sam: You’ve changed your tune…

What are you doing here Sam? What are any of you doing here? I’m sorry, I’m just--amazed to see you all.

Sam: I thought I’d just drop in and say hi…

Oh, dear--what a shame--we don’t have any rooms. It’s that time of year…

Sam: Just as well I booked ahead. You two can bunk with me if they’re really full.

This is so-- inconvenient!

Sam: Why?

Because… one of the local girls is getting married tomorrow and I juse don’t have the staff to cope with you-- you’d be so much more comfortable on the mainland.

Sam: Not at all. Bill’s used to suffering for his art and head-banger here’s the last word in spontaneous.

What about you?

Sam: I came here to see the island. You know what it meant to me.

Well, I’d love to stop and chew over old times, but I have to go and… clean out my purse.

R: I could wear this-- as an eye patch.

(entering) Where’s Sophie?

R: Haven’t seen her. Why?

I must find her. Now.

T: Da-Dah!

What’s that about?

R: It was in the trunk. You should hang this in the bar. Show Sophie what a funky mom she’s got…

NO--get rid of it--burn it--I never want to see it again…

R: What’s wrong? What happened…?

…I thought it was over… past… I’d almost forgotten… but it isn’t!

R: What isn’t?

Nothing--leave me alone. I can’t talk about it… I knew this would happen. All my life it’s been tapping at my shoulder--of course it had to come out now! It had to… God, why was I such a stupid little idiot?

(End of chiquitita)

It’s her dad.

T: Whose dad?

Sophie’s. You know how I always said it was Sam, the architect who went home to get married…

R: …typical man…

…well i’m not really sure it was him. Y’see, there were a couple of others…

R: Why didn’t you tell us?

Cos I didn’t think I’d ever have to, I didn’t think all three’d be sitting in my bar the day before their daughter’s wedding!

R: In the bar!?

Don’t let them see you!

T: Are you sure?

Of course, I’m sure. You think I’d forgotten my daughter’s dads? It’s Sam, Bill Austin, and Harry “Head-Banger”.

T/R: Not… (head banging motion)

Why have they all three turned up like this? It’s like some horrible twist of fate.

T: Do they know?

They can’t know-- I’ve never told anyone-- why are they here to ruin Sophie’s wedding?

T: I thought you weren’t keen on this wedding…

…I don’t want them spointing it. They’ve got no right to turn up like this--what have they ever done for their daughter?

T: Donna, be fair--they didn’t know they existed…

…and they don’t need to know--I’ve done a damn good job with Soph, all by myself, and now I’m going to be muscled out my an indiscretion.

R: Donna--you should have told us, I remember Bill Austin--he was a hot slice of beef cake.

Oh sure--it’s a laugh and a memory to you two, but I was the one who got pregnant. I suppose this just about serves me right.

T: Oh my god--you sound just like your mother.

I do not!

T: Whatever happened to our Donna? Life n’ soul of the party; el rock chick supremo?

She grew up that’s all.

(end of Super Trouper)

What are they doing here?