Mrs. Gibbs lines and blocking

Stage Manager:… There’s Doc Gibbs coming down main street now, coming back from that baby case. (blocking)

Enter downstairs right. Pull window shade up, grab wood from beneath the window, put it in the stove, grab a match from above stove and light it

Joe Crowell Jr.: Well, of course its none of my business, but I think if a person starts out to be a teacher, she ought to stay one. (blocking)

Grab bacon from ice box, cross to stove and put bacon in skillet.

Joe Crowell leaves, Dr. Gibbs stands, reading the paper. (blocking, act 1)

Cross to cupboard, grab knife from the drawer, shut drawer, pull bread on board forward and start to cut bread. Then, put knife in the sink and grab a pie cutter and cut the pie.

Stage Manager: … Graduated head of his class there, too. It was all wrote up in the Boston paper at the time. (blocking)

Open cupboard, grab the tablecloth, shut cupboard, bring tablecloth to table and spread it out over table. Then, cross to cupboard, grab a cup from above and a spoon from the drawer, and set them on the table for husband.

Howie Newsome: Giddap, Bessie! What’s the matter with you today? (blocking)

Cross to stove, turn the bacon, grab eggs one by one from above the stove, then break them into the skillet.

Howie Newsome: Going on 17. Bessie’s all mixed up about the route ever since the Lockharts stopped taking their court of milk every day. (blocking)

Notice Howie, cross to door

Howie Newsome: She wants me to leave em a quart just the same. keeps scolding me the hull trip. (dialogue and blocking)

Mrs. Gibbs: Good Morning, Howie. (open door and leave it open)

Howie Newsome: Morning Mrs. Gibbs. Doc’s just coming down the street (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: Is he? Seems like you’re late today. (take two bottles from Howie)

Dr. Gibbs: Howie! (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: Children! Children! Time to get up! (take two bottles of milk to cupboard and calling upstairs. Put milk in cupboard and shut door.)

Howie Newsome: Come on, Bessie! (exits) (dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: George! Rebecca!

Dr. Gibbs: (enters kitchen) (dialogue and blocking)

Mrs. Gibbs: Everything all right, Frank? (grab cutting board with bread on it from the counter and put it on the table.

Dr. Gibbs: Yes. I declare - easy as kittens. (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: (cross to stove and grab coffee pot) Bacon’ll be ready in a minute. Set down and drink your coffee. (cross and pour coffee in his cup, then return pot to the stove) You can catch a couple hours sleep, can’t you?

Dr. Gibbs: Hm! Mrs. Wentworth’s coming at 11. Guess I know what its about too. Her stummick ain’t what it ought to be. (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: All told, you won’t get more than 3 hours sleep. Frank Gibbs, I don’t know what’s goin to become of you. I do wish I could get you to go away someplace and take a rest. I think it would do you good. (walk to cupboard, pick silverware out of the drawer, then cross to set 3 places at the table).

Mrs Webb: Emileee! Time to get up! Wally! Seven o clock! (dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: I declare, you got to speak to George. Seems like something’s come over him lately. He’s no help to me at all. I can’t even get him to cut me some wood.

Dr. Gibbs: Is he sassy to you? (dialogue and blocking)

Mrs. Gibbs: (working at the stove) No. He just whines! All he thinks about is that baseball. George! Rebecca! You’ll be late for school.

Dr. Gibbs: Mmhhmm (dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: George!

George voice off stage: Yes Pa! (blocking)

(turn eggs)

Rebecca from offstage: Ma! What dress shall I wear? (dialogue and blocking)

Mrs. Gibbs: (cross to cupboard for two plates and cross to stove. As talking, serve one plate and set it down for George.) Don’t make a noise. Your father’s been out all night and needs his sleep. I washed and ironed the blue gingham for you special.

Rebecca: Ma, I hate that dress. (dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: Oh hush up with you.

Rebecca: Every day I go to school dressed like a sick turkey. (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: Now Rebecca, you always look very nice. (serve second plate)

Rebecca: Mama, George’s throwing soap at me. (blocking and dialogue)

mrs. Gibbs: (cross from stove to set 2nd plate for Rebecca) I’ll come and slap the both of you, that’s what I’ll do!

While stage Manager is talking about the blanket factory, children dash in and start to eat. (blocking)

(cross to stove for coffee pot, pour coffee for George, put pot back on the stove, cross to the cupboard to pour a glass of milk, place it on the table for Rebecca, retrieve butter from the cupboard and put it on the table.)

Wally: I’m bright too, when I’m looking at my stamp collection. (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: I’ll speak to your father about it when he’s rested. Seems to me twenty-five scents a week is enough for a boy your age. (cross to stove to pour coffee for self) I declare, I don’t know how you spend it all.

George: Aw Ma, I gotta lotta things to buy. (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: Strawberry Phosphates. that’s what you spend it on. (cross between children with coffee, sips)

Rebecca: I’ve been saving it up gradual. (dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: Well, dear, I think its a good thing to spend some every now and then.

Rebecca: Mama, do you know what I love most in the world? Do you? Money. (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: Eat your breakfast. (cross to set coffee cup above the stove.)

(children start leaving for school) (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: (follow children out the door.) Tell Miss Foster I send her my best congratulations. Can you remember that?

Rebecca: Yes Ma (dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: You look real nice, Rebecca. Pick up your feet.

All: Goodbye. (blocking and dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: (fill apron pocket with chicken feed, exit house, start feeding chickens. Here, chick chick chick. No, go away, you. Go away. Here, chick chick chick. What’s the matter with you? Fight, fight, fight. That’s all you do. Hm… you don’t belong to me. Where’d you come from? (shake out apron) Oh, don’t be scared. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. (turn to look at Mrs. Webb) Good morning, Myrtle. How’s your cold?

Mrs. Webb: Well, I still get that tickling feeling in my throat. I told Charles I didn’t know as I’d go to choir practice tonight. Wouldn’t be any use. (dialogue)

Mrs. Gibbs: Have you tried singing over your voice?

Mrs. Webb: Yes, but somehow I can’t do that and stay on the key. While I’m resting myself, I thought I’d string some of these beans. (blocking and dialogue.)

Mrs. Gibbs: (roll up sleeves and cross stage for chat) Let me help you. beans have been good this year.