Script

• Such a shame it has to rain for the funeral.
• I suppose they'll be gone soon.
• It won't be the same to George without me, but it's a lovely farm.
• Live people don't understand do they? They're sort of shut up in their little boxes aren't they?
• I feel as though I knew them a thousand years ago.... my boy is spending the day at Mrs Carter's. Mr Carter, my little boy is spending the day at your house.
• Oh look, they've finished. They're going. Father Gibbs is bringing some of my flowers to you. He looks just like George, doesn't he?
• It's a little cooler now than it was. That rain has put a chill in the air.
• I can't. I can't go on. It goes too fast. We don't have time to look at one another.
• Do any human beings ever realise life while they live it? - every, every minute?
• I always liked that hymn. I was hoping they'd sing a hymn. It seems thousands and thousands of years since....
• papa remembered that was my favorite hymn.
• how do you do Mr. Stimson? Mrs Soames, hello, mother Gibbs. Such a shame it has to rain for the funeral. I suppose they'll be gone soon. 
• Mother Gibbs, George and I have made that farm into just the best place you ever saw. We thought of you all the time.
• We wanted to show you the new barn and a great long ce-ment drinking fountain for the stock. We bought that out of the money you left us.
• Well, there's a patent device on the drinking fountain so that it never overflows, Mother Gibbs, and it never sinks below a certain mark they have there. It's fine. 
• Oh, mother Gibbs, I never realised before how troubled and how... how in the dark live persons are.
• Look at him, I loved him so. From morning till night, that's all they are- troubled.
•  Mother Gibbs, when does this feeling go away? - Of being ....one of them? How long does it.....? 
• Mother Gibbs, one can go back there again....into living. I feel it. I know it.
• Why just then for a moment I was thinking about....about the farm.....and for a minute I was there, and my baby was on my lap plain as day.
• I can go back there and live all those days over again. 
• Oh, I can see from your face that you don't approve, do you. But I won't live over a sad day. I'll choose the day I first knew that I loved George. Why should that be painful? 
• What do you think Mrs Soames, Mrs Webb? (beat) Very well then I'll choose an unimportant day.
• Nothing since I was married, or since the baby was born. I'll choose a birthday - my twelfth birthday, fourteen years ago, February 11th, 1899. It was a Tuesday. 
• There's Main Street... Why, that's Mr Morgan's drugstore before he changed it! . ... And there's the livery stable. 
• There's Howie Newsome delivering the milk and Constable Warren, our policeman. Yes, that's the town I knew as a little girl
• And, look, there's the old white fence that used to be around our house. Oh, I'd forgotten that! Oh, I love it so! 
• And there's Mama calling us all for breakfast. Oh, how young Mama looks! I didn't know she was ever that young. 
• I can't bear it. (steps back) They're so young and beautiful. Why did they ever have to get old? Mama, I'm here.
• I'm all grown up. I love you all, everything - I can't look at everything hard enough. 
• Oh, mama, just look at me one minute as though you really saw me. Mama, fourteen years have gone by. I'm dead.
• You're a grandmother, Mama. I married George Gibbs, Mama. Wally's dead, too. Mama, his appendix burst on a camping trip to North Conway. We felt just terrible about it - don't you remember? But, just for a moment we're happy. 
• I can't. I can't go on. It goes too fast. We don't have time to look at one another.
• I didn't realise. So all that was going on and we never noticed. Take me back - up 

  the hill- to my grave. But first: Wait! One more look. 
• Goodbye. goodbye, world. Goodbye Grover's Corners.. Mama and Papa. 

  Goodbye to clocks ticking
• and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths
• and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realise you. 
• Do any human beings ever realise life while they live it? - every, every minute?