Snapshots MRS FITZGERALD: [wailing] Oh— dear — I ought to have known... GEORGE: [staring at her, annoyed] You ought to have known! Why ought you to have known? Nothing to do with you, Mrs Fitzgerald.
Look — we’re at sixes and sevens here just now —so perhaps you’ll excuse us... MRS PEARSON: [before Mrs Fitzgerald can reply] I won’t excuse you, George Pearson. Next time a friend and neighbour comes to see me, just say something when you see her—Good evening or How d’you do? or something— an’ don’t just march in an’ sit down without a word.
It’s bad manners... MRS FITZGERALD: [nervously] No — it’s all right... MRS PEARSON: No, it isn’t all right. We’ll have some decent manners in this house — or I’ll know the reason why.
[glaring at George] Well? GEORGE: [intimidated] Well, what! MRS PEARSON: [taunting him] Why don’t you get off to your club? Special night tonight, isn’t it?
They’ll be waiting for you — wanting to have a good laugh. Go on then. Don’t disappoint ’em. GEORGE: [bitterly] That’s right.
Make me look silly in front of her now! Go on — don’t mind me. Sixes and sevens! Poor Doris been crying her eyes out!
Getting the neighbours in to see the fun! [suddenly losing his temper, glaring at Mrs Pearson, and shouting] All right — let her hear it. What’s the matter with you? Have you gone barmy — or what?
MRS PEARSON: [jumping up; savagely] If you shout at me again like that, George Pearson, I’ll slap your big, fat, silly face... MRS FITZGERALD: [moaning] Oh — no — no — no— please, Mrs Fitzgerald... [Mrs Pearson sits.] GEORGE: [staring at her, bewildered] Either I’m off my chump or you two are. How d’you mean — “No, no — please, Mrs Fitzgerald”?
Look — you’re Mrs Fitzgerald. So why are you telling yourself to stop when you’re not doing -