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'Night, Mother Production Credits

  • The play 'Night, Mother' was written by Marsha Norman and earned the prestigious 1983 Pulitzer Prize for Drama.
  • The original Broadway production opened on March 31, 1983, at the John Golden Theatre after its 1982 premiere in Cambridge.
  • The initial cast featured Anne Pitoniak as Thelma Cates and Kathy Bates in the role of Jessie Cates.
  • The text details strict copyright protections and specific mandates regarding how the author must be credited in program materials.
  • The character Jessie Cates is introduced as a woman in her late thirties or early forties who appears pale and physically unsteady.
JESSIE CATES — Jessie is in her late thirties or early forties, pale and vaguely unsteady, physically.
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Character Profiles and Scenic Intentions

  • Jessie Cates is introduced as a woman in her late thirties who has recently achieved a newfound control over her life and body.
  • Thelma Cates is a chatty, sturdy-minded mother who lives with her daughter in a routine of familiar comforts and aggravations.
  • The play's action happens in real-time, with onstage clocks emphasizing the literal passage of moments for the characters.
  • A specific bedroom door is designated as the symbolic focal point of the set, representing both threat and promise.
  • The author's note demands a realistic environment that reflects the characters' specific identities without resorting to stereotypes.
It is an ordinary door that opens onto absolute nothingness.
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A Saturday Night Search

  • Mama is preoccupied with mundane domestic tasks like eating cupcakes and checking the TV Guide for her Saturday night routine.
  • Jessie begins a methodical search for absorbent materials and protective coverings, claiming she is preparing for an upcoming mess.
  • The atmosphere shifts from domestic comfort to unease when Jessie reveals she is looking for her deceased father's pistol.
  • Mama remains largely oblivious to the potential danger, assuming Jessie's preparations are for something as trivial as dyeing her hair.
I found the bullets. They were in an old milkcan.
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Retrieving the Revolver

  • Jessie retrieves a gun from a precarious attic while her mother, Mama, expresses concern about the safety of the house and the necessity of the weapon.
  • Mama attempts to dismiss the need for a gun by claiming their rural home is safe from criminals, though Jessie reminds her of her son Ricky's criminal behavior.
  • A sharp divide exists between the two women regarding Ricky; Mama remains hopeful for his redemption while Jessie expresses cold detachment and a desire to see him imprisoned.
  • Jessie explicitly states that the gun is not for protection against others but is intended for her own use.
  • The scene juxtaposes the mundane preparation for a manicure with the chillingly methodical act of Jessie cleaning the loaded firearm.
Don’t worry. It’s not for him, it’s for me.
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Jessie's Calm Revelation

  • Jessie calmly informs her mother of her explicit intention to commit suicide later that evening.
  • Mama initially reacts with dismissal and irritation, suggesting Jessie is either joking or suffering from a lack of medicine.
  • Jessie reveals she has methodically prepared for the act, including testing her father's old pistol and manipulating her brother into buying her fresh ammunition.
  • To maintain control over the evening, Jessie threatens to kill herself immediately if Mama attempts to call her brother for help.
You're lying there in your bed or maybe you're just brushing your teeth and you hear this . . . noise down the hall?
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A Mother's Desperate Pleas

  • Jessie forcefully prevents Mama from calling her brother or emergency services, insisting that their final conversation remain private and uninterrupted.
  • Mama attempts to dissuade Jessie using a series of escalating tactics, ranging from the practical fear of a botched suicide to the religious threat of eternal damnation.
  • Jessie characterizes her impending death as a state of 'dead quiet' and a necessary relief from a life where she feels 'cold all the time.'
  • Mama’s desperation manifests in increasingly irrational protests, such as claiming ownership over the gun and the towels Jessie intends to use.
  • The interaction maintains an eerie domesticity, with Jessie calmly offering to make coffee immediately after discussing the logistics of her own death.
You can’t use my towels! They're my towels. I've had them for a long time. I like my towels.
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Domestic Duties and Family Secrets

  • Jessie methodically prepares Mama for life alone by explaining household maintenance and the specifics of the washer and dryer.
  • Mama experiences a moment of indecision, picking up the phone to call for help but ultimately choosing to face Jessie alone.
  • The dialogue reveals Jessie's deep frustration with her brother Dawson and his perceived ownership over her personal life and time.
  • Jessie explains her resentment toward her family, viewing them as people who possess intimate knowledge of her without her consent.
They know things about you, and they learned it before you had a chance to say whether you wanted them to know it or not.
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The Logistics of Departure

  • Jessie expresses a deep-seated discomfort with the way family members possess intimate knowledge of one another without permission.
  • Mama desperately attempts to identify a specific catalyst for Jessie's decision, blaming family members like Ricky or Jessie's epilepsy.
  • Jessie maintains a chillingly calm focus on household logistics, explaining how to manage grocery deliveries and pharmacy orders after she is gone.
  • Jessie rejects the idea that her suicide is a result of being 'sick,' instead viewing the act as a final exercise of personal autonomy.
  • The conversation reveals a profound disconnect between Mama’s hope for future improvements and Jessie’s total lack of interest in continuing her life.
  • Mama expresses regret that Jessie ever moved back home, suggesting that physical independence might have prevented this crisis.
I want to hang a big sign around my neck, like Daddy’s on the barn. Gone Fishing.
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Preparing for the End

  • Mama and Jessie discuss the regrets of Jessie moving back home following her divorce and the isolation it caused.
  • Jessie articulates a deep-seated despair, admitting she has been seriously contemplating her exit for ten years.
  • Despite Mama’s attempts to blame the news or television, Jessie maintains that her sadness stems from the general state of her life and the world.
  • Jessie begins a methodical walkthrough of the house, showing Mama where supplies are kept and how to manage the household after she is gone.
  • Mama offers increasingly desperate and frantic suggestions, such as getting a new dog or singing, to convince Jessie to stay alive.
I'll sing til morning to keep you alive, Jessie, please!
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The Final Stop

  • Mama attempts to dissuade Jessie by suggesting life changes such as getting a new dog or learning to crochet.
  • Jessie reveals she has meticulously prepared for her death by organizing Mama's pills and stocking up on household supplies.
  • Jessie uses a stark metaphor of a miserable bus ride to explain why she no longer wishes to continue her life.
  • Mama responds with desperation and frustration, blaming Jessie's unhappiness on her own choices and attitude.
  • The dialogue highlights Jessie's feeling of total disconnection from the world and her inability to fit into society or the workforce.
Whenever I feel like it, I can get-off. As soon as I've had enough, it’s my stop. I've had enough.
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Control and Cocoa

  • Jessie reflects on her failed attempts at employment, citing her social awkwardness and the persistent threat of seizures as insurmountable barriers.
  • In a moment of stark clarity, Jessie asserts that ending her life is the only choice she truly owns and can control.
  • Mama attempts to stall the inevitable by preparing ritualistic snacks like hot chocolate and caramel apples to create a sense of normalcy.
  • The two women enter a brief period of levity as Mama shares eccentric gossip about a neighbor who repeatedly burns down her own houses.
But I can stop it. Shut it down, turn it off like the radio when there’s nothing on I want to listen to.
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Agnes and the Truth

  • Mama shares eccentric stories about Agnes, a woman who allegedly set fires and keeps a house full of birds.
  • Jessie questions the validity of these stories, prompting Mama to admit she exaggerated to make Jessie laugh.
  • The conversation turns serious as Jessie demands to know why Agnes refuses to visit their home.
  • Mama reveals that Agnes is terrified of Jessie’s seizures, viewing them as a bad omen or something contagious.
  • The dialogue underscores the social isolation and stigma Jessie endures because of her chronic illness.
Jessie’s shook the hand of death and I can’t take the chance it’s catching, Thelma, so I ain’t comin’ over and you can understand or not, but I ain’t comin.
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Unveiling Family Truths

  • Mama reveals that Agnes avoids visiting because she is irrationally afraid that Jessie's condition—likened to the 'hand of death'—is contagious.
  • Jessie confronts Mama about her history of lying, forcing a shift toward blunt honesty regarding their family's past.
  • Mama admits she never loved Jessie's father, explaining that their marriage was built on a foundation of mutual disappointment and silence.
  • The characters bond over the shared realization that even their attempts at comfort, like the poorly made cocoa, are tainted by the reality of their lives.
He wanted a plain country woman and that’s what he married and then he held it against me the rest of my life like I was supposed to change and surprise him somehow.
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Memories of a Silent Man

  • Jessie and Mama clash over their conflicting perceptions of Jessie’s late father and the emotional distance he maintained.
  • Mama confesses to a long-standing jealousy of the private, quiet bond Jessie shared with her father.
  • Jessie finds comfort in memories of her father’s whimsical pipe-cleaner creations, which she saw as a form of communication.
  • Mama reveals that the father’s frequent fishing trips were a lie, and that he actually spent the time sitting alone in his car.
  • The exchange reveals the profound lack of intimacy in Mama’s marriage and the different ways both women interpreted the father's silence.
Big old faded blue man in the chair. Quiet.
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The Burden of Practicality

  • Mama admits that she never loved Jessie's father, claiming that mutual love was irrelevant to their shared life.
  • In a frantic reaction to Jessie's plans, Mama attempts to throw away her cookware and declares she will survive on candy and tuna.
  • Mama rejects Jessie's suggestion to live with her friend Agnes, realizing Jessie is trying to provide her with a babysitter before leaving.
  • The dialogue reveals the profound emotional void left by Jessie's father, who chose silence even in his final moments.
I don’t like things to think about. I like things to go on!
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Final Instructions and Confrontations

  • Jessie asks about her father's final moments, and Mama reveals that he chose to spend his last breaths in pointed silence rather than speaking to her.
  • While cleaning the kitchen, Jessie attempts to set up a system of support for Mama, framing her planned departure as a holiday.
  • Mama launches into a frantic series of personal questions, desperate to bridge the emotional distance between herself and her daughter.
  • Jessie admits that her marriage ended because she refused to choose her husband, Cecil, over her smoking habit.
  • The scene illustrates the deep-seated resentment and lack of understanding that permeate the domestic life of the two women.
It was his last chance not to talk to me and he took full advantage of it.
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Failed Marriages and Faded Memories

  • Mama relentlessly questions Jessie about her epilepsy and the underlying reasons behind her divorce from Cecil.
  • Jessie defends her smoking habit as a reliable source of consistency and describes the semantic conflict between 'seizures' and 'fits.'
  • Mama confesses that she orchestrated Jessie's marriage to Cecil and eventually caught him in an affair with a local girl.
  • Despite his abandonment, Jessie reflects fondly on Cecil’s craftsmanship and the exhausting effort she made to save their relationship.
  • The conversation reveals deep-seated resentment regarding Mama's past interference in Jessie's independence and personal life.
Smoking is the only thing I know that’s always just what you think it’s going to be. Just like it was the last time and right there when you want it and real quiet.
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Inherited Despair and Household Rules

  • Jessie argues that her son Ricky is an inseparable blend of her and her ex-husband's worst qualities, doomed to repeat their failures.
  • She admits she forged a sympathetic note from Cecil to herself, revealing her deep need to feel loved even if she has to fabricate it.
  • Jessie describes her self-worth in stark terms, comparing herself to garbage that needed to be discarded for Cecil to find peace.
  • Mama tries to convince Jessie to contact Cecil, but Jessie insists that his departure was a relief because she no longer had to feel watched.
  • The dialogue shifts to meticulous instructions about garbage disposal, emphasizing Jessie's detachment and her preparation for Mama's life without her.
Mama, you don't pack your garbage when you move.
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The Anatomy of a Seizure

  • Jessie provides Mama with specific instructions for household management, such as garbage schedules and the necessity of buying heavy-duty bags.
  • Mama reveals her belief that Jessie's father also suffered from undiagnosed seizures, which the family previously dismissed as 'thinking spells.'
  • The conversation shifts from mundane chores to a raw confrontation as Jessie demands a detailed description of her own epileptic fits.
  • Mama reluctantly describes the visceral reality of Jessie's seizures, including the loss of muscle control, gagging sounds, and physical jerking.
  • The physical struggle of the two women putting a slipcover on a sofa mirrors the emotional tension of discussing Jessie's traumatic medical history.
You just . . . crumple, in a heap, like a puppet and somebody cut the strings all at once, or like the firing squad in some Mexican movie, you just slide down the wall, you know.
. JESSIE. (Unterrupting her.) Garbage night is Tuesday. Put it out as late as you can. The Davis’s dogs get in it if you don’t. 4i (Now replacing the garbage sack in the can under the sink.) And keep ordeting the heavy black bags. It doesn't pay to buy the cheap ones. And I’ve got all the ties here with the hammers and all. Take them out of the box as soon as you open a new one and put them in this drawer. They'll get lost if you don’t and rubber bands or something else won’t work. MAMA. I think your Daddy had fits too, I think he sat in his chair and had little fits. I read this a long time ago in a magazine, how little fits go, just little blackouts where maybe their eyes don’t even close and people just call them “think- ing spells.” JESSIE. (Getting the slipcover out the laundry basket.) \ don’t think you want this manicure we've been looking for- ward to, I washed this cover for the sofa, but it'll take both of us to get it back on. MAMA. I watched his eyes. I know that’s what it was. The magazine said some people don’t even know they’ve had one. JESSIE. Daddy would’ve known if he’d had fits, Mama. MAMA. The lady in this story kept track of her fits and she’d had 80,000 of them in the last eleven yeats. JESSIE. Next time you wash this cover, it'll dry better if you put it on wet. MAMA. Jessie, listen to what I’m telling you. This lady had anywhere between five and five hundred fits a day and they lasted maybe 15 seconds apiece, so that out of her life, she'd only lost about two weeks altogether and she had a full-time secretary job and an I.Q. of 120. JESSIE. (Has to be amused by Mama's approach.) You want to talk about fits, is that it? MAMA. Yes. I do. I want to say... JESSIE. (Interrupting.) Most of the time I wouldn’t even know I'd had one, except I wake up with different clothes on feeling like I've been run over. Sometimes I fee! my head start to turn afound or hear myself scream. And sometimes, there is this dizzy stupid feeling a little before it, but if the TV’s on, well, it’s easy to miss. (As Jesste and Mama replace 42 the slip cover on the sofa and the afghan on the chair, the physical struggle somehow mirrors the emotional one in the conversation.) , MAMA. Ican tell when you're about to have one. Your eyes get this big! But Jessie, you haven't . . . JESSIE. (Taking charge of this.) What do they look like? The seizures. MAMA. (Re/uctant.) Different each time, Jess. JESSIE. O.K. Pick one, then. A good one. I think I want to know now. MAMA. There’s not much to tell. You just . . . ccumple, in a heap, like a puppet and somebody cut the strings all at once, or like the firing squad in some Mexican movie, you just slide down the wall, you know. You don’t know what happens? How can you not know what happens? JESSIE. I’m busy. MAMA. That’s not funny. JESSIE. I’m not laughing. My head turns around and I fall down and then what? MAMA. Well, your chest squeezes in and out and you sound like you're gagging, sucking air in and out like you can’t breathe. JESSIE. Do it for me. Make the sound for me. MAMA. I will not. It’s awful sounding. JESSIE. Yeah. It felt like it might be. What's next. MAMA. Your mouth bites down and I have to get your tongue out of the way fast so you don't bite yourself, JESSIE. Or you. I bite you too, don’t I? MAMA. You got me once real good. I had to get a tetanus! But I know what to watch for riow. Then you turn blue and the jerks start up. Like I’m standing there poking you with a cattle prod or you're sticking your finger in a light socket as fast as you can. JESSIE. Foaming like a mad dog the whole time. MAMA. It’s bubbling, Jess, not foam like the washer overflowed, for God’s sake, it's bubbling like a baby spitting 43 up. I go get a wet washcloth, that’s all. And then the jerks slow down and you wet yourself and it’s over. Two minutes tops. _ JESSIE. How do I get to the bed? MAMA. How do you think? JESSIE. I'm too heavy for you now. How do you do

The Weight of Clarity

  • Mama describes the physical reality of Jessie's seizures and the efforts she made to protect Jessie's dignity during them.
  • Jessie reveals that she has been seizure-free for a year and is finally experiencing a return of her cognitive functions and memory.
  • The return of Jessie's clarity is bittersweet, as she uses her improved mental state to confirm her decision to end her life.
  • Mama attempts to keep Jessie home by highlighting her health, eventually revealing that Jessie's condition is a hereditary trait from her father.
  • The dialogue reveals a long-standing family secret regarding the onset of Jessie’s epilepsy, which occurred much earlier than Jessie believed.
Once I started remembering, I could see what it all added up to.
ou with a cattle prod or you're sticking your finger in a light socket as fast as you can. JESSIE. Foaming like a mad dog the whole time. MAMA. It’s bubbling, Jess, not foam like the washer overflowed, for God’s sake, it's bubbling like a baby spitting 43 up. I go get a wet washcloth, that’s all. And then the jerks slow down and you wet yourself and it’s over. Two minutes tops. _ JESSIE. How do I get to the bed? MAMA. How do you think? JESSIE. I'm too heavy for you now. How do you do it? MAMA. I call Dawson. But I get you cleaned up before he gets here and I make him leave before you wake. up. JESSIE. You could just leave me on the floor. MAMA. I want you to wake up someplace nice, O.K.? (Then making a real effort.) But Jessie, and this is the reason I even brought this up! You haven't had a seizure for a solid year. A whdle year, do you realize that? JESSIE. Yeah, the phenobarb’s about right now, I guess. MAMA. You bet it is, You might never have another one, ever! You might be through with it for all time! JESSIE. Could be. MAMA. You are. I know you are! JESSIE. I sure am feeling good. I really am. The double vi- sion’s gone and my gums aren't swelling. No tashes or anything. I'm feeling as good as J ever felt in my life. 'm even feeling like worrying ot getting mad and I’m not afraid it will start a fit if I do. 1 just go ahead. MAMA. Of course you do! You can even scream at me, if you want to. I can take it. You don’t have to act like you're just visiting here, Jessie. This is your house too. JESSIE. The best part is my memory’s back. MAMA. Your memory’s always been good. When couldn’t you remember things?. You’te always reminding me what... JESSIE. Because I've made lists for everything. But now, I remember what things mean on my lists. I see dishtowels and I used to wonder whether I was supposed to wash them, buy them or look for them because I wouldn’t remember where I put them after I washed them, but now I know it means wrap them up, they're a present for Loretta’s birthday. 44 MAMA. (Finished with the sofa now.) You used to go look- ing for your lists, too, I've noticed that. You always know where they are now! (Then suddenly worried.) Loretta’s birth- day isn’t coming up, is it? ° JESSIE. I made a list of all the birthdays for you. I even put yours on it. (A small smile.) So you can call Loretta and re- mind her. MAMA. Let’s take Loretta to Howard Johnson's and have those fried clams. I £zow you love that clam roll. JESSIE. (A slight pause.) 1 won't be here, Mama. MAMA. What have we just been talking about? You'll be here. You're well, Jessie. You're starting all over. You said it yourself, You're remembering things and... JESSIE. I won't be here. If I'd ever had a yeat like this, to think straight and all, before now, I'd be gone already. — MAMA. (Not pleading, commanding.) No, Jessie. JESSIE. (Folding the rest of the laundry.) Yes, Mama. Once I started remembering, 1 could see what it all added up to. MAMA. The fits are over! JESSIE. It’s not the fits, Mama. MAMA. Then it’s me for giving them to you, but I didn’t do it! JESSIE. It’s not the fits! You said it yourself, the medicine takes care of the fits. MAMA. (Interrupting.) Your Daddy gave you those fits, Jessie. He passed it down to you like your green eyes and your sttaight hair. It’s not my fault! JESSIE. So what if he had little fits? It’s not inherited. I fell off the horse. It was an accident. MAMA. The horse wasn’t the first time, Jessie. You had a fit when you were five years old. JESSIE. I did not. MAMA. You did! You were eating a popsicle and down you went, He gave it to you. It’s Ais fault, not mine. JESSIE. Well, you took your time telling me. MAMA. How do you tell that to a five year old? 45 JESSIE. What did the doctor say? MAMA. He said kids have them all the time. He said there wasn’t anything to do but wait for another one. JESSIE. But I didn’t have another one. (Now there is a real silence.) Yo

Buried Truths and Maternal Guilt

  • Mama reveals that she hid Jessie's epilepsy for most of her life, keeping the seizures a secret even from Jessie's own father.
  • Jessie expresses deep resentment over the deception, noting that the lack of information prevented her from understanding her own life and safety.
  • Mama suffers a breakdown, viewing Jessie's illness and planned suicide as a divine punishment for her own failings as a mother and wife.
  • The conversation exposes a suffocating codependency, with Mama claiming that Jessie's death is equivalent to her own.
  • Jessie confronts Mama with the possibility that their relationship is not enough to sustain her, and may even be the reason she wants to die.
What if you are all I have and you're not enough? What if the only way I can get away from you for good is to kill myself?
time, Jessie. You had a fit when you were five years old. JESSIE. I did not. MAMA. You did! You were eating a popsicle and down you went, He gave it to you. It’s Ais fault, not mine. JESSIE. Well, you took your time telling me. MAMA. How do you tell that to a five year old? 45 JESSIE. What did the doctor say? MAMA. He said kids have them all the time. He said there wasn’t anything to do but wait for another one. JESSIE. But I didn’t have another one. (Now there is a real silence.) You mean to tell me I had fits all the time as a kid and you just told me I fell down or something and it wasn’t til I had the fit when Cecil was looking that anybody bothered to find out what was the matter with me? MAMA. It wasn’t a// the time, Jessie, and they changed when you started to school, more like your Daddy’s. Oh, that was some swell time, sitting: herewith the two of you turning on and off-like- lightbulbs some. nights. JESSIE. How. many fits:did-I have? MAMA. You-never-hurt yourself. I never let you out of my sight: I caught you every time. JESSIE. But you didn’t tell anybody. MAMA. It was none of their business. JESSIE. You were ashamed. MAMA. I didn’t want anybody to know. Least of all you. JESSIE. Least of all, me. Oh right. That was mine to know, Mama, not yours. Did Daddy know? MAMA. He thought you were... you fell down a lot. That’s what he thought. You were careless. Or maybe he thought I beat you. I don’t know what he thought. He didn’t think about it. JESSIE. Because you didn’t tell him! MAMA. IfI told him about you, I'd have to tell him about him! JESSIE. I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit. MAMA. I didn’t think you'd like it. That’s why I didn’t tell you. JESSIE. If I'd known I was an epileptic, Mama, I wouldn’t have ridden any hotses. MAMA. Make you feel like a freak, is that what I should have done? JESSIE. Just get the manicure tray and sit down! 46 MAMA. (Throwing it to the floor.) 1 don't want a manicure! JESSIE. Doesn’t look like you do, no. MAMA. Maybe I did drop you, you don’t know. JESSIE. If you say you didn’t, you didn’t. , MAMA. (Beginning to break down.) Maybe | fed you the wrong thing. Maybe you had a fever some time and I didn’t know it soon enough. Maybe it’s a punishment. JESSIE. For what? MAMA. I don’t know. Because of how I felt about your father. Because | didn’t want any more children. Because I smoked too much or didn’t eat right when I was carrying you. It has to be something I did. JESSIE. It does not. It’s just a sickness, not a curse. Epilepsy doesn’t mean anything. It just is. MAMA. I’m not talking about the fits here, Jessie! I'm talk- ing about this killing yourself. It has to be me that’s the mat- ter here. You wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t. I didn’t tell you things or I martied you off to the wrong man or I took you in and let your life get away from you or all of it put together. I don’t know what I did, but I did it, I know. This is all my fault, Jessie, but I don’t know what to do about it, now! JESSIE. (Exasperated at having to say this again.) \t doesn't have anything to do with you! MAMA. Everything you do has to do with me, Jessie. You can’t do anything, wash your face or cut your finger, without doing it to me. That's right! You might as well kill me as you, Jessie, it’s the same thing. This has to do with me, Jessie. JESSIE. Then what if it does! What if it has everything to do ' with you! What if you are all I have and you're not enough? What if I could take all the rest of it if only I didn’t have you here? What if the only way I can get away from you for good is to kill myself? What if it is? I can st do it! MAMA. (le desperate tears.) Don’t leave me, Jessie! (Jessze stands for a moment, then turns for the bedroom.) No! (Mama grabs her arm.) 47 JESSIE. (Carefully takes ber arm away.) 1 have a box of things I want people to have. I’m just going to go get it for you. You... . just rest a minute. (And Jessie is gone and Mama

The Final Bargain

  • Mama expresses her deep dependency on Jessie, listing the domestic tasks and emotional support she fears losing.
  • Jessie clarifies that she shared her plan not to be saved, but to provide closure and prevent Mama from blaming herself.
  • Mama experiences intense guilt for failing to notice Jessie's long-standing pain and for her current inability to persuade Jessie to stay.
  • Jessie rejects Mama's attempts to offer hope for the future, stating she needs a definitive solution that 'will work' rather than temporary fixes.
  • The dialogue reveals that their current level of honesty is only possible because Jessie's decision is already final.
I hate the quiet and I don’t want to die and I don’t want you to go, Jessie.
at if I could take all the rest of it if only I didn’t have you here? What if the only way I can get away from you for good is to kill myself? What if it is? I can st do it! MAMA. (le desperate tears.) Don’t leave me, Jessie! (Jessze stands for a moment, then turns for the bedroom.) No! (Mama grabs her arm.) 47 JESSIE. (Carefully takes ber arm away.) 1 have a box of things I want people to have. I’m just going to go get it for you. You... . just rest a minute. (And Jessie is gone and Mama heads for the telephone, but she can't even pick up the receiver this time, and instead, stoops to clean up the bottles that have spilled out of the tray. Jesste returns carrying @ box that groceries were delivered in. It probably says Hershey Kisses or Starkist Tuna. Mama is still down on the floor clean- ing up, hoping that maybe if she just makes it look nice enough, Jessie will stay.) MAMA. Jessie, how can I live here without you? I need you! You're supposed to tell me to stand up straight and say how nice ] look in my pink dress and drink my milk. You're sup- posed to go around and lock up so I know we're safe for the night, and when I wake up, you're supposed to be out there making the coffee and watching me get older every day and you're supposed to help me die when the time comes. I can’t do that by myself, Jessie. I’m not like you, Jessie. 1 hate the quiet and I don’t want to die and I don’t want you to go, Jessie. How can1... (Has to stop a moment.) How can I get up every day knowing you had to kill yourself to make it stop hurting and I was here all the time and J never even saw it. And then you gave me this chance to make it better, con- vince you to stay alive and I couldn’t do it. How can I live with myself after this, Jessie? JESSIE. 1 only told you so I could explain it, so you wouldn’t blame yourself, so you wouldn’t feel bad. There wasn’t anything you could say to change my mind. I didn’t want you to save me. I just wanted you to know. MAMA. Stay with me just a little longer. Just a few more yeats. I don’t have that many mote to go, Jessie. And as soon as I'm dead, you can do whatever you want. Maybe with me gone, you'll have all the quiet you want, tight here in the house. And maybe one day you'll put in some begonias up the walk and get just the right rain for them all summer. And Ricky will be married by then and he’ll bring your grand- 48 babies over and you can sneak them a piece of candy when their Daddy's not looking and then be real glad when they've gone home and left you to your quiet again. JESSIE. Don’t you see, Mama, everything I do winds up like this. How could I think you would understand? How could I think you would want a manicure? We could hold hands for an hour and then I could go shoot myself? P'm sorry about tonight, Mama, but it’s exactly why I’m doing it. MAMA. If you've got the guits to ‘kill yourself, Jessie, you've got the guts to stay alive. JESSIE. I know that. So it’ s really j just a matter of where Id rather be. MAMA. Look,’ ‘maybe 1 can’t think of what you ‘should do, but that doesn’t mean thete i isn’t something that would. help. You find it. You think of i it. Y6u can. keep trying: You cari get brave and tiy some mote. You don’t have to give. up! JESSIE. I'm vot giving up! This zs the other thing I’m trying. And I’m sure there are some other things that might work, but zeight work isn’t good enough any more. I need something that wi// work. This will work. That’s why I picked it. MAMA. But something might happen. Something that could change everything. Who knows what it might be, but it might be worth waiting for! (Jessie doesn’t respond.) Try it for two more weeks. We could have more talks like tonight. JESSIE. No, Mama. MAMA. I'll pay more attention to you. Tell the truth when you ask me. Let you have your say. JESSIE. No, Mama! We wouldn’t have more: talks like tonight, because it’s this next part that’s made this last part so good, Mama. No, Mama. Ts is how | have

Jessie's Final Say

  • Mama pleads with Jessie to postpone her decision for two weeks, promising a more honest and attentive relationship if she stays.
  • Jessie rejects the offer of hope, asserting that her choice to end her life is the ultimate way to have her 'say' and reject a lifetime of disappointments.
  • Jessie describes a profound sense of self-loss, explaining that she views her childhood self as a different person who never grew into the adult she was supposed to be.
  • The dialogue reveals a stark contrast between Mama’s primal fear of death as a lurking predator and Jessie’s calm indifference toward it.
  • Mama's desperation turns to fury as she accuses Jessie of making her feel like a fool for wanting to live while Jessie treats her own life as something she can simply switch off.
I found an old baby picture of me. And it was somebody else, not me.
MAMA. But something might happen. Something that could change everything. Who knows what it might be, but it might be worth waiting for! (Jessie doesn’t respond.) Try it for two more weeks. We could have more talks like tonight. JESSIE. No, Mama. MAMA. I'll pay more attention to you. Tell the truth when you ask me. Let you have your say. JESSIE. No, Mama! We wouldn’t have more: talks like tonight, because it’s this next part that’s made this last part so good, Mama. No, Mama. Ts is how | have my say. This is how I say what I thought about it Âą// and I say No. To Dawson and Loretta and the Red Chinese and epilepsy and Ricky and Cecil and you. And me. And hope. I say No! (Then going to Mama on the sofa. ) Just let me go easy, Mama. 49 MAMA. How can I let you go? JESSIE. You can because you have to. It’s what you've always done. MAMA. You are my child! JESSIE. I am what became of your child. (Mama cannot answer.) 1 found an old baby picture of me. And it was somebody else, not me. It was somebody pink and fat who never heard of sick or lonely, somebody who cried and got fed, and reached up and got held and kicked but didn’t hurt anybody, and slept whenever she wanted to, just by closing her eyes. Somebody who mainly just laid there and laughed at the colors waving around over her head and chewed on a polka-dot whale and woke up knowing some new trick nearly every day and rolled over and drooled ‘on the sheet and felt your hand pulling my quilt back up over me. That's who I started out and this is who is left: (There ts 20 self-pity here.) That’s what this is about. It’s somebody I lost, all right, it’s my own self. Who I never was. Or who I tried to be and never got there. Somebody I waited for who never came. And never will. So, see, it doesn’t much matter what else happens in the world or in this house, even. I’m what was worth waiting for and I didn’t make it. Me . . . who might have made a dif- ference to me. . . I’m not going to show up, so there’s no reason to stay, except to keep you company, and that’s . . . not reason enough because I’m not . . . very good company. (A pause.) Am I. MAMA. (Knowing she must tell the truth.) No. And neither am I. JESSIE. I had this strange little thought, well, maybe it’s not so strange. Anyway, after Christmas, after I decided to do this, | would wonder, sometimes, what might keep me here, what might be worth staying for, and you know what it was? It was maybe if there was something I really liked, like maybe if I really liked rice pudding or cornflakes for breakfast ot something, that riight be tnough. " ” MAMA. Rice pudding’is good.“ « 50 JESSIE. Not to me. MAMA. And you're not afraid? JESSIE. Afraid of what? MAMA. I'm afraid of it, for me, I mean. When my tine comes. I know it’s coming, but. . . JESSIE. You don’t know when. Like in a scary movie. MAMA. Yeah, sneaking up on me like some killer on the loose, hiding out in the back yard just waiting for me to have my hands full some day and how am I supposed to protect myself anyhow when I don’t know what he looks like and I don’t know how he sounds coming up behind me like that or if it will hurt or take very long or what I don’t get done before it happens. JESSIE. You've got plenty of time left. MAMA. I forget what for, right now. JESSIE. For whatever happens, I don’t know. For the. rest of your life. For Agnes burning down one more house ot Dawson losing his hair or. . . MAMA. (Quickly.) Jessie. I can’t just sit here and say O.K., kill yourself if you want to. JESSIE. Sure you can. You just did. Say it again. MAMA. (Really startled.) Jessie! (Quiet horror.) How date you! (Furious.) How dare you! You think you can just leave whenever you want like you’re watching television here? No, you can't, Jessie. You make me feel like a fool for being alive, child and you are so wrong! I like it here, and I will stay here until they make me-go, until they drag me screaming and I mean screeching into my grave and you're

The Logistics of Loss

  • Mama initially reacts with visceral fury and horror, accusing Jessie of being selfish for treating her life like a television program she can simply turn off.
  • The emotional confrontation shifts into a state of numb resignation as Mama begins to accept the inevitability of Jessie's impending suicide.
  • Jessie meticulously coaches her mother through the social etiquette of the funeral, providing specific scripts for how to respond to neighbors' condolences.
  • The dialogue reveals a jarring contrast between the tragic reality of death and mundane domestic fixations, such as crochet work and funeral food leftovers.
  • In her final moments, Jessie attempts to secure her mother's future comfort by instructing her to be more selfish and prioritize her own well-being.
I will stay here until they make me-go, until they drag me screaming and I mean screeching into my grave and you're real smart to get away before then because, I mean, honey, you’ve never heard noise like that in your life.
nd say O.K., kill yourself if you want to. JESSIE. Sure you can. You just did. Say it again. MAMA. (Really startled.) Jessie! (Quiet horror.) How date you! (Furious.) How dare you! You think you can just leave whenever you want like you’re watching television here? No, you can't, Jessie. You make me feel like a fool for being alive, child and you are so wrong! I like it here, and I will stay here until they make me-go, until they drag me screaming and I mean screeching into my grave and you're real smart to get away before then because, I mean, honey, you’ve never heard noise like that in your life. (Jessie turns away.) Who am I talking to? You're gone already, aren’t you? I’m looking right through you! I can’t stop you because you’te already gone! I guess you think they'll all have to talk about you now! I guess you think this will really confuse them. Oh yes, ever since Christmas, you've been laughing to yourself and thinking, “Boy are they all in for a surprise.” Well, nobody's going to 51 be a bit surprised, sweetheart. This is just like you. Do it the hard way, that’s my girl all right. (Jessze gets up and goes into the kitchen, but Mama follows her.) You know who they're going to feel sorry for? Me! How about that! Not you, me! They're going to be ashamed of you. Yes. Ashamed! \f somebody asks Dawson about it, he’ll change the subject as fast as he can. He’ll talk about how much he has to pay to park his car these days. JESSIE. Leave me alone. MAMA. It’s the truth! JESSIE. I should've just left you a note! MAMA. (Screaming.) Yes! (Then suddenly understanding what she has said, nearly paralyzed by the thought of it, she turns slowly to face Jessie, nearly whispering.) No. No. I... might not have thought of all the things you've said. JESSIE. It’s O.K., Mama. (And Mama is nearly UNCONSCIOUS from the emotional devastation of these last few moments, She sits down at the kitchen table, hurt and angry and so desperately afraid. But she looks almost numb. She ts so jar beyond what is known as pain that she is virtually unreachable and Jessie knows this, and talks quietly, watch- ing for signs of recovery. She washes her hands in the sink.) I remember you liked that preacher who did Daddy’s, so if you want to ask him to do the service, that’s O.K. with me. MAMA. (Not an answer, just a word.) What. JESSIE. (Putting on hand lotion as she talks.) And pick some songs you like or let Agnes pick, she’ll know exactly which ones. Oh and J had your dress cleaned that you wore to Dad- dy’s. You looked real good in that. MAMA. I don’t remember, hon. JESSIE. And it won't be so bad once your friends start com- ing to the funeral home. You'll probably see people you haven't seen for years, but I thought about what you should say to get you over that nervous part when they first come in. MAMA. (Simply repeating.) Come in. JESSIE. Take them up to see their flowers, they'd like that. 52 And when they say, “I'm so sorry, Thelma,” you just say, “I appfeciate your coming, Connie.” And then ask how their garden was this summer or what they're doing for Thanksgiv- ing or how their children . . . ” MAMA. I don’t think I should ask about their children. I'll talk about what they have on, that’s always good. And I'll have some crochet work with me. JESSIE. And Agnes will be there, so you might not have to talk at all. MAMA. Maybe if Connie Richards does come, I can get her to tell me where she gets that Irish yarn, she calls it. I know it doesn’t come from Ireland. I think it just comes with a green wrapper. JESSIE. And be sute to invite enough people home after- watd so you get enough food to feed them all and have some left for you. But don’t let anybody take anything home, especially Loretta. , : MAMA. Loretta will get all the food set up, honey. It’s only fair to let her have some macaroni or something. JESSIE. No, Mama. You have to be more selfish from now on. (Setting down now with Mama.) Now, somebody's bound to ask you

Planning the Final Aftermath

  • Jessie instructs her mother to lie to the authorities and family by framing the suicide as a sudden, inexplicable act rather than a planned conversation.
  • To preserve the sanctity of their final night together, Jessie insists that the details of their talk remain private and hidden from her brother and sister-in-law.
  • Jessie provides her mother with mundane, repetitive tasks to perform immediately following the gunshot, such as washing a hot chocolate pan, to keep her occupied until help arrives.
  • A distribution of personal belongings is arranged, including a calculator for Loretta and a list of future holiday gifts for Mama spanning the next twenty years.
  • Jessie requests that the police be the first to enter her bedroom after the event, specifically wanting to spare her brother Dawson from being the one to find her.
You wash that pan til you hear the doorbell ring and I don’t care if it’s an hour, you keep washing that pan.
doesn’t come from Ireland. I think it just comes with a green wrapper. JESSIE. And be sute to invite enough people home after- watd so you get enough food to feed them all and have some left for you. But don’t let anybody take anything home, especially Loretta. , : MAMA. Loretta will get all the food set up, honey. It’s only fair to let her have some macaroni or something. JESSIE. No, Mama. You have to be more selfish from now on. (Setting down now with Mama.) Now, somebody's bound to ask you why I did it and you just say you don’t know. That you loved me and you know I loved you and we just sat around tonight like every other night of our lives and then I came over and kissed you and said, “ "Night, Mother,” and you heard me close my bedroom door and the next thing you heard was the shot. And whatever reasons I had, well, you guess I just took them with me. MAMA. (Quiet/y.) It was something personal. JESSIE. Good. That’s good, Mama. MAMA. That’s what I’ll say, then. JESSIE. Personal. Yeah. MAMA. Is that what I tell Dawson and Loretta too? We sat around, you kissed me, “ ’Night, Mother?” They'll want to know more, Jessie. They won't believe it. JESSIE. Well, then, tell them what we did. I filled up the 33 candy jats. I cleaned out the refrigerator. We made some hot chocolate and put the cover back on the sofa. You had no idea. All right? I really think it’s better that way. If they know we talked about it, they really won’t understand how you let me go. (Mama does not answer.) It’s private. Tonight is private, yours and mine, and I don’t want anybody else to have any of it. MAMA. O.K. then. JESSIE. (Standing behind Mama now, holding her shoulders.) Now, when you hear the shot, I don’t want you to come in. First of all, you won’t be able to get in by yourself, but I don’t want you trying. Call Dawson, then call the police and then call Agnes. And then you'll need some- thing to do til somebody gets here, so wash the hot chocolate pan. You wash that pan til you hear the doorbell ring and I don’t care if it’s an hour, you keep washing that pan. MAMA. I'll make my calls and then I’ll just sit. I won't need something to do. What will the police say? JESSIE. They'll do that gunpowder test, and ask you what happened and by that time, the ambulance will be here and they'll come in and get me and you know how that goes. You stay out here with Dawson and Loretta. You keep Dawson out here. I want the police in the room first, not. Dawson, O.K.? MAMA. What if Dawson and Loretta want me to go home with them? JESSIE. (Returning to the living room.) That’s up to you. MAMA. I think I'll stay here. All they've got is Sanka. JESSIE. Maybe Agnes could come stay with you for a few days. MAMA. (Standing up now, looking into the living room.) I'd rather be by myself, I think. (Walking toward the box Jessie brought in earlier.) You want me to give people those things? JESSIE. (They sit down on the sofa, Jessie holding the box 54 on her lap.) 1 want Loretta to have my little calculator. Dawson bought it for himself, you know, but then he saw one he liked better and he couldn't bring both of them hoine with Loretta counting every penny the way she does, so he gave the first one to me. Be funny for her to have it now, don’t you think? And all my house slippets are in a sack for her in my closet. Tell het I know they'll fit and I've never worn any of them and make sure Dawson hears you tell her that. I’m glad he loves Loretta so much, but I wish he knew not everybody has her size feet. MAMA. (Taking the calculator.) O.K. JESSIE. (Reaching into the box again.) This letter is for Dawson, but it’s mostly about you, so read it if you want. There’s a list of presents for you for at least twenty more Christmases and bitthdays, so if you want anything special you better add it to this list before you give it to him. Or if you want to be surprised, just don’t read that page. This Christmas, you're getting mostly stuff for the house

The Final Goodbye

  • Jessie provides a comprehensive list of future gifts and a letter for Dawson to ensure Mama is cared for over the next twenty years.
  • Jessie leaves her watch for her son Ricky, calmly accepting that he may sell it for drugs rather than keeping it.
  • A box of sentimental items is given to Mama, designed by Jessie to provide comfort and memories of things once lost.
  • Mama attempts to physically block Jessie's path, desperately listing household chores and practicalities to delay the inevitable.
I'll stand in front of this hall and you can't get past me.
ut I wish he knew not everybody has her size feet. MAMA. (Taking the calculator.) O.K. JESSIE. (Reaching into the box again.) This letter is for Dawson, but it’s mostly about you, so read it if you want. There’s a list of presents for you for at least twenty more Christmases and bitthdays, so if you want anything special you better add it to this list before you give it to him. Or if you want to be surprised, just don’t read that page. This Christmas, you're getting mostly stuff for the house like a new rug in your bathroom and needlework, but next Christmas, you're really going to cost him next Christmas. | think you'll like it a lot and you'd never think of it. MAMA. And you think he'll go for it? JESSIE. I think he'll feel like a real jerk if he doesn’t. Me tell- ing him to like this and all. Now, this numbet’s where you call Cecil. I called it last week and he answered so I know he still lives there. MAMA. What do you want me to tell him? JESSIE, Tell him we talked about him and I only had good things to say about him, but mainly tell him to find Ricky and tell him what I did and tell Ricky you have something for him, out here, from me, and to come get it. (Pulls a sack out of the box.) MAMA. (The sack feels empty.) What 1s it? JESSIE. (Taking it off.) My watch. (Putting it in the sack and taking a ribbon out of the sack to tie around the top of tt.) 35 MAMA. He'll sell it! JESSIE, That’s the idea. I appreciate him not stealing it already. I'd like to buy him a good meal. MAMA. He’ll buy dope with it! JESSIE. Well, then, I hope he gets some good dope with it, Mama. And the rest of this is for you. (Handing Mama the box now. Mama picks up the things and looks at them.) MAMA. (Surprised and pleased.) When did you do all this? During my naps, I guess. JESSIE. I guess. I tried to be quiet about it. (As Mama is puzzled by the presents.) Those ate just little presents. For whenever you need one. They're not bought presents, just things I thought you might like to look at, pictures, ot things you think you've lost. Things you didn’t know you had, even. You'll see. _— . MAMA. I’m not sure I want them. They'll make me think of you. me JESSIE. No they won't. They're just things, like a free tube of toothpaste I found hanging on the door one day. MAMA. Oh. All right then. JESSIE. Well, maybe there’s one nice present in there somewhere. It’s Granny’s ring she gave.me and I thought you might like to have it, but I didn’t think you'd wear it if I gave it to you right now. MAMA. (Taking the box to a table nearby.) No. Probably not. (Turning back to face her.) 'm teady for my manicure, I guess. Want me to wash my hands again? JESSIE. (Standing up.) \t’s time for me to go, Mama. MAMA. (Starting to her.) No, Jessie, you've got all night! JESSIE. (As Mama grabs her.) No, Mama. MAMA. It’s not even ten o'clock. JESSIE. (Very calm.) Let me go, Mama. MAMA. Ican’t. You can’t go. You can’t do this. You didn’t say it would be so soon, Jessie. I'm scared. I love you. JESSIE. (Takes her hands away.) Let go of me, Mama. I've said everything I had to say. 56 MAMA. (Standing still a minute.) You said you wanted to do my nails. JESSIE. (Taking a small step backward.) \ can't. It’s too late. MAMA. It’s not too late! JESSIE. I don’t want you to wake Dawson and Loretta when you call. I want them to still be up and dressed so they can get right over. MAMA. (As Jessie backs up, Mama moves in on her, but carefully.) They wake up fast, Jessie, if they have to, They don’t matter here, Jessie. You do. I do. We're not through yet. We've got a lot of things to take care of here. I don’t know where my prescriptions ate and you didn’t tell me what to tell Doctor Davis when he calls or how much you want me to tell Ricky or who I call to rake the leaves or. . . JESSIE. Don’t try and stop me, Mama, you can’t do it. MAMA. (Grabs her again, this time bard.) \ can too! Vil stand in front of this hall and you can’t get past me. (They str

The Final Answer

  • Mama attempts to physically and verbally prevent Jessie from carrying out her suicide.
  • Jessie locks herself in her bedroom after a final, whispered farewell, ignoring her mother's frantic pleas.
  • The tension breaks with the sound of a gunshot, which serves as a definitive and tragic response to Mama's demands.
  • Following the shot, Mama experiences a moment of profound realization regarding Jessie's isolation and her own failed assumption of ownership.
  • The text concludes with an extensive property plot detailing the mundane and often spoiled items that define the household setting.
And we hear the shot, and it sounds like an answer, it sounds like No.
, Jessie, if they have to, They don’t matter here, Jessie. You do. I do. We're not through yet. We've got a lot of things to take care of here. I don’t know where my prescriptions ate and you didn’t tell me what to tell Doctor Davis when he calls or how much you want me to tell Ricky or who I call to rake the leaves or. . . JESSIE. Don’t try and stop me, Mama, you can’t do it. MAMA. (Grabs her again, this time bard.) \ can too! Vil stand in front of this hall and you can’t get past me. (They struggle.) You'll have to knock me down to get away from me, Jessie. I’m not about to let you... (Mama struggles with Jessie at the door an in the struggle, Jessie gets away from her and:) JESSIE, (A/most a whisper.) "Night, Mother. (Jessie vanishes into her bedroom and we hear the door lock just as Mama gets to it.) ‘ MAMA. (Screams.) Jessie! (And pounds on the door.) Jessie, you let me in there. Don’t you do this, Jessie. I’m not going to stop screaming until you open this door, Jessie. Jessie! Jessie! What if I don’t do any of the things you told me to do! Pll tell Cecil what a miserable man he was to make you feel the way he did and I'll give Ricky’s watch to Dawson if I feel like it and the only way you can make sure I do what you want is you come out here and make me, Jessie! (Poxn- ding again.) Jessie! Stop this! I didn’t know! I was here with you all the time. How could I know you wete so alone? (And Mama stops fora moment, breathless and frantic, putting her ear to the door and when she doesn't hear anything, she 57 stands back up straight again and screams once more.) Jessie! Please! (And we hear the shot, and it sounds like an answer, it sounds like No. And Mama collapses against the door, tears streaming down her face, but not screaming any more. In shock now.) Jessie, Jessie, child . . . Forgive me. (A pause.) I thought you wete mine. (Azd’ she leaves the door and makes her way through the living room, around the fur- niture, as though she didn't know where it was, not knowing what to do. Finally, she goes to the stove in the kitchen and picks up the hot chocolate pan and carries it with her to the telephone and holds onto it while she dials the number. She looks down at the pan, holding it tight like her life depended on it. She hears Loretta answer.) Lotetta, let me talk to Dawson, honey. ‘ THE END 38 PROPERTY PLOT . KITCHEN — Percolator Spices & spice rack Hand lotion Dish soap Paper towels & rack Dish drainer Potholders & mitts Soap dish Dish rag & rack Sponge Metal garbage can w/pedal Salt & pepper shaker Stove Double sink Refrigerator Stove hood exhaust 2 candy dishes (in drainer) Toaster & cover Mixmastet Radio Mug of pencils & pens Cook books 59 Dial telephone Memoboard Phone book (thin) Assorted terra cotta bowls Assorted wicker baskets Assorted small appliances Soda syphon Honey beat Assotted plastic bowls Wooden ttay Knife rack es Napkin holder (w/ folded napkins) Pitcher & bow! ° Assorted dish towels Sugar bow! w/spoon Cannister set Cookie jar Kitchen table w/2 chairs Loud wind up clock Hanging lamp over kitchen table Rubbermaid sink stop Magic marker Address book Wicker basket w/6”knitting and pre-measured 6” cloth tape and knitting equipment Ashtray Reftigerator: (main compartment) Assorted jats, cans, cartons & Tupperware Milk Catsup Pickles Cream cheese (used & spoiled) Sour cream (used & spoiled) Cottage cheese (used & spoiled) 60 Cheese whiz (used & spoiled) Chocolate syrup (used & spoiled) Refrigerator: (crisper) Celery stalks— wilted Cucumber (% in baggie) Lettuce leaves—wilted Cabinets: Assorted plates, cups & saucers, bowls, glassware Canned goods, boxes Can of cocoa Bag of marshmallows Bag of caramels Clear plastic sacks of wrapped candy Canoftuna Snowballs (*%% empty) 1 mixing cup (for cocoa) 2 cups & saucers (for cocoa) 6 coffee bag sacks: 1 chocolate kisses 1 hard candy 1 chewy mint 1 chocolate covered cherries 1 red hots 1 caramels 4 large

Domestic Clutter and Hidden Dangers

  • The kitchen inventory reveals a domestic environment filled with spoiled produce and an excessive variety of candies and cocoa.
  • A significant medical presence is established through numerous prescription bottles for Thelma Cates and a specific towel for catching spilled pills.
  • The prop list for the attic and bedroom introduces a dark narrative element with a concealed gun, gun oil, and both old and new ammunition.
  • Living room details portray a lived-in space cluttered with domestic hobbies like sewing, needlework, and newspaper crossword puzzles.
  • The author includes a note regarding the 2004 Broadway production, allowing for dialogue updates to keep the play feeling contemporary.
1 hand towel to catch spilled pills
ocolate syrup (used & spoiled) Refrigerator: (crisper) Celery stalks— wilted Cucumber (% in baggie) Lettuce leaves—wilted Cabinets: Assorted plates, cups & saucers, bowls, glassware Canned goods, boxes Can of cocoa Bag of marshmallows Bag of caramels Clear plastic sacks of wrapped candy Canoftuna Snowballs (*%% empty) 1 mixing cup (for cocoa) 2 cups & saucers (for cocoa) 6 coffee bag sacks: 1 chocolate kisses 1 hard candy 1 chewy mint 1 chocolate covered cherries 1 red hots 1 caramels 4 large pill jars (w/ prescription labels for Thelma Cates) % filled with pills 4 small prescription bottles w/Thelma Cates labels-empty 1 small prescription bottle w/Jessie Cates label-% full 1 hand towel to catch spilled pills Cupboards: 6 assorted sauce pans 61 Stewpot w/cover Plastic trash container (under sink) Box of small white plastic garbage bags (sink can) Box of large black plastic garbage bags (pedal can) Cleaning supplies Drawers: Assorted silverware in rubbermaid tray 4 placemats 1 large spoon (wooden) 1 large can opener (plastic handles) 1 measuring spoon Hammer & lock ties (black garbage bags) Peel off wire ties (white garbage bags) Extention cord Bic lighter Sand paper Masking tape Elmer's glue Thumbtacks Batteries NOTE: all food, cleaning supply, refrigerator and candy props should be national brands which do not indicate any specific area in the country. 62 PROPERTY LIST LIVING ROOM 2 cushion sofa w/Afghan over back Oblong drop leaf table behind sofa Buffet table—candy bow! w/8 caramel wrappers & 1 caramel 2 tall bar stools 1 chair (matching to kitchen chairs) TV on rolling stand Corner hutch Sewing table—empty chewy mint bowl Upholstered arm chair—crochet & needle on seat Arm chair side table Sofa side table Arm chair side table: on top— Wind up clock Embroidery Mama’s glasses (%%2 moon) Small table lamp Arm chair side table: in open shelf— Magazines Newspapets opened to crossword puzzles Sofa side table: Manicure tray w/4 bottles of polish, plastic bottle 63 site in saat ete eb iG te AE REO UA BN AMIN ti AE aise iis Nail polish remover, 2 folded Kleenex, nail files, Cuticle sticks, metal finger bowl Eyeglass cleaning spray TV Guide (opened to Saturday evening) Magnifying glass Candy bow! w/4 chocolate kiss wrappers Oblong drop leaf table: Embroidered sewing basket w/towel inside Whitman Sampler candy box w/chocolates & 4 empty wiappers Laundry basket: (filled in layers from bottom to top) 5 towels 2 sofa doilies Right sofa cushion cover Left sofa cushion cover Armchair Afghan 2 armchair doilies Sofa slipcover Assorted pictures, knick knacks (on shelves) and starburst clock on R. and U. walls BEDROOM (offstage preset) Large beach towel Folded newspapet Spital notebook (small) Pen Crush proof box cigarettes Black Bic lighter 6 loose bullets (old) | 6 boxed bullets (new) Wrist watch (Jessie’s) Cardboard star kist tuna box: 1 old calculator 64 Small brown bag w/red ribbon inside Manilla legal envelope w/Dawson written on face Square piece of paper w/Cecil’s phone number clipped to manilla envelope ’ Assorted size boxes gift wrapped w/assorted types of gift paper ATTIC Old shoebox (no label): — Gun wrapped in sheepskin Old package of pipe cleaners Gun oil Cleaning cloth Home made hanger cleaning rod w/cloth inserted 65 COSTUME PLOT THELMA White half-slip Red & white house dress Light blue embroidered sweater Tan tights (Capezio hold 'n stretch—long suntan) Glitzy house slippers JESSIE Grey floral blouse Grey courduroy pants Grey belt Black sweater Black socks “top-sider” type shoes 66 AUTHOR’S NOTE ON REVISIONS In light of the Broadway production in 2004, and the passing of two decades in the play's life, I would like to update the following lines so that the play feels contemporary. If you decide to dĂ© the play as a historical piece, you can, of course, use the old words in ' these places. The only thing I

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  • The text outlines specific costume requirements for the character Jessie, including glitzy house slippers and a grey floral blouse.
  • Author Marsha Norman provides updated dialogue for her play to ensure it feels contemporary rather than like a historical piece.
  • Directors are explicitly instructed to choose either the original or revised text in its entirety to avoid a 'mix and match' script.
  • The revisions update cultural and economic references, such as mentions of North Korea and increased minimum delivery costs.
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The only thing I ask is that you not mix and match, ie., use either the old text or the new text below, not both.
stretch—long suntan) Glitzy house slippers JESSIE Grey floral blouse Grey courduroy pants Grey belt Black sweater Black socks “top-sider” type shoes 66 AUTHOR’S NOTE ON REVISIONS In light of the Broadway production in 2004, and the passing of two decades in the play's life, I would like to update the following lines so that the play feels contemporary. If you decide to dĂ© the play as a historical piece, you can, of course, use the old words in ' these places. The only thing I ask is that you not mix and match, ie., use either the old text or the new text below, not both. Page 10 17 20 20 23 36 36 45 49 54 55 Revised Text JESSIE. Maybe an old blanket or towels we got at a flea market sometime? JESSIE. You got me that nice powder, Loretta got me a new robe, pink probably, and ... JESSIE. And they won’t deliver for less than twenty-five dollars’ worth. What I do is tell them what we need and tell them to add on batteries until it gets to twenty-five dollars. MAMA. ... that he’s getting married, or how about he’s cut his hair, wouldn’t that be nice? JESSIE. Oh, everything from you and me to North Korea. MAMA I think we can leave the Koreans out of this, JESSIE. ... if l wanted to, but you were going to watch Kojak. What did he ... JESSIE. Now, you know Schmidts delivers on Wednesdays and Saturdays, and they leave the order blank in an egg box ... MAMA. Let’s take Loretta to the Fishnet and have those fried clams. JESSIE. To Dawson and Loretta and the Koreans and epilepsy and ... MAMA. I think I'll stay here. All they got is decaf. JESSIE. I want Loretta to have my little clock radio. 67 weusspury IpisH Aq wsiseq] «MAIHLOW LHOIN. » — udisag sua7g — NEW PLAYS %& AFTER ASHLEY by Gina Gionfriddo. A teenager is unwillingly thrust into the national spotlight when a family tragedy becomes talk-show fodder. “A work that virtually any audience would find accessible.” —NY Times. “Deft character- ization and caustic humor.” —NY Sun. “A smart satirical drama.” —Variety. {4M, 2W] ISBN: 978-0-8222-2099-2 %* THE RUBY SUNRISE by Rinne Groff. Twenty-five years after Ruby struggles to realize her dream of inventing the first television, her daughter faces similar battles of faith as she works to get Ruby’s story told on network TV. “Measured and intelligent, optimistic yet clear-eyed.” —NY Magazine. “Maintains an exciting sense of ingenuity.” —Village Voice. “Sinuous theatrical flair.” ~Broadway.com. (3M, 4W] ISBN: 978-0-8222-2140-1 * MY NAME IS RACHEL CORRIE taken from the writings of Rachel Corrie, edited by Alan Rickman and Katharine Viner. This solo piece tells the story of Rachel Corrie who was killed in Gaza by an Israeli bulldozer set to demol- ish a Palestinian home. “Heartbreaking urgency. An invigoratingly detailed por- trait of a passionate idealist.” -NY Times, “Deeply authentically human.” ~USA Today. “A stunning dramatization.” —CurtainUp, [1W] ISBN: 978-0-8222-2222-4 %& ALMOST, MAINE by John Cariani. This charming midwinter night's dream of a play turns romantic clichĂ©s on their ear as it chronicles the painfully hilarious amorous adventures (and misadventures) of residents of a remote northern town that doesn’t quite exist. “A whimsical approach to the joys and perils of romance.” ~NY Times. “Sweet, poignant and witty.” —NY Daily News. “Aims for the heart by way of the funny bone.” —Star-Ledger. [2M, 2W] ISBN: 978-0-8222-2156-2 %* Mitch Albom’s TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE by Jeffrey Hatcher and Mitch Albom, based on the book by Mitch Albom. The true story of Brandeis University professor Morrie Schwartz and his relationship with his stu- dent Mitch Albom. “A touching, life-affirming, deeply emotional drama.” -NY Daily News. “You'll laugh. You'll cry.” —Variety. “Moving and powerful.” —NY Post. [2M] ISBN; 978-0-8222-2188-3 %*& DOG SEES GOD: CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE BLOCKHEAD by Bert V. Royal. An abused pianist and a pyromaniac ex-girlfriend contribute to the teen-angst of America

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