Aunt Eller Lines Oklahoma Youth Edition

Hi, Aunt Eller! (Curly)

Ah! Scared me to death! What’re you doin around here?

End of O What A Beautiful Mornin

If I wasn’t an old woman, and if you wasn’t so young and smart alecky—why, I’d marry you and get you to set around at night and sing to me.

‘Cause I wouldn’t marry you ner one of your kinfolks, if I can help it.

Oh, none of my kinfolks, huh?

Including that niece of yours, Miss Laurey Williams!

Just as well ‘cause fer as I can make out, Laurey ain’t paying you no heed.

Who’s the best bronc buster in this here territory?

You, I bet.

And Looky here, I’m handsome, ain’t I?

Purty as a pitcher.

Well, what else does she want then?

I don’t know. But in shore certain it ain’t you. Who you taking to the box social tonight?

Ain’t thought much about it.

Bet you come over to ask Laurey.

End of Surrey With The Fringe On Top

You’d sure feel like queen settin up in that carriage!

Who’d want to ride ‘longside of you anyway?

Curly, she’s just aching for you to kiss her when she acts like that.

The braggin’, bowlegged, wish-he-had-a-sweetheart bum!

She likes you, quite a lot.

You get the wagon hitched up?

What wagon?

Curly said maybe you’d loan us your big wagon to bring em up from the station.

Course I would, if he’d asked me.

I’ll go hitch up the horses now if you say it’s all right.

Hi, Will!

Hi-ya, Aunt Eller!

What happened up at the fair? You do any good in the steer ropin?

I did purty good. I won it.

Ain’t nobody can sling a rope like our territory boys.

Don’t you remember, her pa said if I ever was worth fifty dollars I could have her?

Fifty dollars! That what they give you for prize money?

That’s what!

Lands, we’ll be dancin at your weddin! Bet you carried on plenty in Kansas City.

Who’s the low, filthy sneak that Laurent’s got her cap set for?

You.

Hello, yourself.

Then of course there’s someone nearer home that’s got her on his mind most of the time.

Him?

Yeah, Jud Fry.

Laurey’d take up with a man like that!?

I ain’t said she’s took up with him.

Well he’s around all the time, ain’t he?

Lives out in the smokehouse.

Well, Aunt Eller, looks like you and me’s got a date together.

How we goin’, Curly? In that rig you made up?

Didn’t make it up. I hired it over at Claremore’s

Lands, you did?

If you do, I’ll have to ride with Jud all alone.

That’s the way you wanted it, ain’t it?

No. I only did it because Curly was so fresh.

It’s that ol peddler! The one that sold me that eggbeater!

Hi, Aunt Eller! (Ado Annie)

Hi, yourself. I want to talk with the peddler-man!

Greetings, Aunt Eller.

I ain’t your aunt, you little wart! You told me that eggbeater’d beat up eggs and wring out dishrags and turn the ice-cream freezer!

If the eggbeater don’t work, I’ll give you something just as good.

It better be a thousand, million times better!

Things so nice, if they ever did happen to you, your heart would quit beatin. You’d fall down dead!

Give her a cake of soap.

It’s a secret formula, belonged to Pharaoh’s daughter!

Smellin’ salts!

I’ll take a bottle of that, Mr Peddler.

Throwing away yer money!

Now don’t you want me to show you some pretty dewdads?

Bring your trappin’s inside and maybe I can find you somethin to eat and drink.

Well, sure.

Hey, Curly! Better take the horses down to the trough and give the team some water.

What do I care about that?

Come on, boys, better git these hampers out under the trees where it’s cool.

Ain’t she funny!

Gertie! Better come inside, and cool off.

I-I couldn’t.

Come on, boys, we better load them hampers onto the wagon and think about startin off to the box social.

I can say what I want.

They ain’t nobody goin to slug out anythin—this here’s a party! Sing it! Dum diddy dum dum dum—

End of the farmer and the cow man

All right, then. Now we’ll auction all the hampers! We’ll start with these two. Whose they are, I ain’t got no idea!

The little ones mine! And the one next to it is Laurey’s!

Well, that’s the end of that secret. Now what am I bid for Ado Annie’s hamper?

Six bits!

Who says a dollar! How about you, Mike? You won her last year.

You bet.

Same old sweet-potater pie, Mike. What do ya’ say?

I say it give me a three-day bellyache!

Never mind about that. Who bids a dollar?

You hear fifty dollars!

Fifty dollars! Nobody ever bid fifty dollars for a lunch! Nobody ever bid ten.

That ain’t fair!

Goin’ for fifty dollars! Goin’…

If I don’t bid any more, I can keep my money, cain’t I?

Sure can.

Then I still got fifty dollars!

Goin’, goin’, gone for fifty one dollars and that means Ado Annie’ll get the prize, I guess.

A three day bellyache!

Now here’s my niece’s hamper. I took a peek inside a while ago and I must say it looks mighty tasty. What do I hear, gents?

I bid one dollar.

Do I hear two?

And two bits.

Four and a quarter. Ain’t I goin’ to hear any more? I got a bid of four and quarter—from Jud Fry. You going to let him have it? Ain’t got nearly enough yet. Not for cold duck with stuffin and that lemon meringue pie.

Five dollars.

Five dollars! Goin’…

And two bits.

My, you’re stubborn, Jud. Mr Carnes is a richer man’n you. And I know he likes custard with raspberry syrup. Anybody goin’ to bid any more?

No. They all dropped out. Caint you see? Here’s the money.

Hold on, you! I ain’t said “goin, goin, gone” yet!

Well, say it!

Goin to Jud Fry for five dollars and two bits! Goin…

Aunt Eller, I’m biddin’ all of this ten dollars.

Curly, you’re crazy! But it’s all for the schoolhouse, ain’t it? All for educatin’ and learnin’. Goin’ for ten dollars. Goin’—

Forty two dollars and thirty one cents.

Curly…

That makes my bid fifty three dollars, Aunt Eller. Anybody going any higher?

Goin’—goin’—gone! What’s the matter with you folks? Ain’t nobody gonna cheer er nuthin’?

I ain’t good enough, am I? I’m a hired hand, got dirt on my hands, pig slop!

You lost the bid, but the biddin’ was fair.

End of People Will Say We’re In Love Reprise

Pick that banjo to pieces, Sam!

Start of scene 3

Well, Andrew, I ain’t never seen you so serious at a weddin’ party.

Been scared all night. Scared that Jud Fry’d come up and start for Curly.

Why, Jud Fry’s been out of the territory for three weeks.

He’s back. Saw him over at claremore’s last night, pickin fights with anybody who’d take him on.

Gertie!

Hi, Aunt Eller. (Gertie)

Too bad you missed Laurey’s wedding.

I don’t see why this had to happen, when everythin’ was so fine?

Don’t let your mind run in it. You gotta be hearty. You can’t deserve the sweet and tender in life less’n you’re tough.

I wish I was the way you are.

Fiddlesticks! Scrawny and old? You couldn’t hire me to be the way I am!

Oh, what would I do without you? You’re such a crazy!

Sure as you’re born!