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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1939-40
Libbey. — Stella, all my life I’ve been broke. I never had a dime that wasn’t somebody’s soon’s I got it. What’s wrong then ? Just because I’m doing what I always had a mind to? And now I can do it. I’m borrowing from you, but there’ll be lots left. You won’t feel sorry for the pleasure, Stella. We’ll have that together, Stella.
Stella. — You coulda borrowed off the insurance, John.
Libbey. — How long we had the policy — 5 years. What is there to borrow ?
Stella. — Like money was the only thing in the world. Like it was the only . . .
Libbey. — It’s not the only thing in the world. I know it’s not. I want some fun, Stella, that’s all. Isn’t that what we’ve always been talking about? Someday, we said. If we can’t afford it now, when, then? When, then? Answer me. We’ve been living in this same place, this same apartment for years.
Stella. — I don’t mind that.
Libbey. — I mind it. I’m sick of it. Why don’t you say you’re sick of it, you are. I get $35 a week so’s you can wash and cook and take care of the home day after day, listen to the radio, and look at the furniture day after day after day, and that’s not all. Don’t tell me how you feel, Stella.
Stella. — I haven’t complained about it.
Libbey. — And I’m sick of your not complaining about it.
Stella. — What did you want me to do? I tried to make the best of things, didn’t I, John ?
Libbey. — Making the best of things, all the time being brave. Denying and scrimping and saving and making ends meet, it adds up to nothing. That’s what it adds up to, Stella, nothing.
Stella. — {A moment . . . then ) Put the money away, John, I’ll give you some more tea.
Libbey. — We’ll use it then?
Stella. — We’ll use it.
Libbey. — You’re not feeling bad. Please don’t feel bad. That’s not why I took it.
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