Source Text: JUNO3.3Boyle: Well, what did the doctor say about Mary?
Mrs. Boyle: Sit down here, Jack; I've something to say to you -- about Mary.
Boyle: About -- Mary?
Mrs. Boyle: Close that door there and sit down here.
Boyle: More trouble in our native land, is it? Well, what is it?
Mrs. Boyle: It's about Mary.
Boyle: Well, what about Mary -- there's nothin' wrong with her, is there?
Mrs. Boyle: I'm sorry to say there's a gradle wrong with her.
Boyle: A gradle wrong with her! First Johnny an' now Mary; is the whole house goin' to become an hospital! It's not consumption, is it?
Mrs. Boyle: No -- it's not consumption -- it's worse.
Johnny: Worse! Well, we'll have to get her into some place ower this, there's no one here to mind her.
Mrs. Boyle: We'll all have to mind her now. You might as well know now, Johnny, as another time. D'ye know what the doctor said to me about her, Jack?
Boyle: How ud I know -- I wasn't there, was I?
Mrs. Boyle: He told me to get her married at wanst.
Boyle: Married at wanst! An' why did he say the like o' that?
Mrs. Boyle: Because Mary's goin' to have a baby in a short time.
Boyle: Goin' to have a baby! -- my God, what'll Bentham say when he hears that?
Mrs. Boyle: Are you blind, man, that you can't see that it was Bentham that has done this wrong to her?
Boyle: Then he'll marry her, he'll have to marry her!
Mrs. Boyle: You know he's gone to England, an' God knows where he is now.
Boyle: I'll folly him, I'll folly him, an' bring him back, an' make him do her justice. The scoundrel, I might ha' known what he was, with his yogees an' his prawna!
Mrs. Boyle: We'll have to keep it quiet till we see what we can do.
Boyle: Oh, isn't this a nice thing to come on top o' me, an' the state I'm in! A pretty show I'll be to Joxer an' to that oul' wan, Madigan! Amn't I afther goin' through enough without havin' to go through this!
Mrs. Boyle: What you an' I'll have to to through'll be nothin' to what poor Mary'll have to go through; for you an' me is middlin' old, an' most of our years is spent; but Mary'll have maybe forty years to face an' handle, an' every wan of them'll be tainted with a bitter memory.
Boyle: Where is she? Where is she till I tell her off? I'm tellin' you when I'm done with her she'll be a sorry girl!
Mrs. Boyle: I left her in me sister's till I came to speak to you. You'll say nothin' to her, Jack; ever since she left school she's earned her livin', an' your fatherly care never throubled the poor girl.
Boyle: Gwan, take her part agen her father! But I'll let you see whether I'll say nothin' to her or no! Her an' her readin'! That's more o' th' blasted nonsense that has the house fallin' down on top of us! What did th' likes of her, born in a tenement house, want with readin'? Her readin's afther bringin' her to a nice pass -- oh, it's madnin', madnin', madnin'.
Mrs. Boyle: When she comes back say nothin' to her, Jack, or she'll leave this place.
Boyle: Leave this place! Ay, she'll leave this place, an' quick too!
Mrs. Boyle: If Mary goes, I'll go with her.
Boyle: Well, go with her! Well, go, th' pair o' yous! I lived before I seen yous, an' I can live when yous are gone. Isn't this a nice thing to come rollin' in on top o' me afther all your prayin' to St. Anthony an' The Little Flower! An' she's a Child o' Mary, too -- I wonder what'll the nuns think of her now? An' it'll be bellows'd all over th' disthrict before you could say Jack Robinson; an' whenever I'm seen they'll whisper, "That's th' father of Mary Boyle that had th' kid be th' swank she used to go with; d'ye know, d'ye know?" To be sure they'll know -- more about it than I will meself!
Johnny: She should be dhriven out o' th' house she's brought disgrace on!
Mrs. Boyle: Hush, you, Johnny. We needn't let it be bellows'd all over the place; all we've got to do is to leave this place quietly an' go somewhere where we're not known an' nobody'll be th' wiser.
Boyle: You're talkin' like a two-year-oul', woman. Where'll we get a place ou' o' this? -- places aren't that easily got.
Mrs. Boyle: But, Jack, when we get the money...
Boyle: Money -- what money?
Mrs. Boyle: Why, oul' Ellison's money, of course.
Boyle: There's no money comin' from oul' Ellison, or any one else. Since you've heard of wan throuble, you might as well hear of another. There's no money comin' to us at all -- the Will's a wash-out!
Mrs. Boyle: What are you sayin', man -- no money?
Johnny: How could it be a wash-out?
Boyle: The boyo that's afther doin' it to Mary done it to me as well. The thick made out the Will wrong; he said in th' Will, only first cousin an' second cousin, instead of mentionin' our names, an' now any one that thinks he's a first cousin or second cousin t'oul' Ellison can claim the money as well as me, an' they're springin' up in hundreds, an' comin' from America an' Australia, thinkin' to get their whack out of it, while all the time the lawyers is gobblin' it up, till there's not as much as ud buy a stockin' for your lovely daughter's baby!
Mrs. Boyle: I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!
Johnny: Why did you say nothin' about this before?
Mrs. Boyle: You're not serious, Jack; you're not serious!
Boyle: I'm tellin' you the scholar, Bentham, made a banjax o' th' Will; instead o' sayin', 'th' rest o' me property to be divided between me first cousin, Jack Boyle, an' me second cousin, Mick Finnegan, o' Santhry', he writ down only, 'me first an' second cousins', an' the world an' his wife are afther th' property now.
Mrs. Boyle: Now I know why Bentham left poor Mary in th' lurch; I can see it all now -- oh, is there not even a middlin' honest man left in th' world?
Johnny: An' you let us run into debt, an' you borreyed money from everybody to fill yourself with beer! An' now you tell us the whole thing's a washout! Oh, if it's thrue, I'm done with you, for you're worse than me sisther Mary!
Boyle: You hole your tongue, d'ye hear? I'll not take any lip from you. Go an' get Bentham if you want satisfaction for all that's afther happenin' us.
Johnny: I won't hole me tongue, I won't hole me tongue! I'll tell you what I think of you, father an' all as you are -- you...
Mrs. Boyle: Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, for God's sake, be quiet!
Johnny: I'll not be quiet, I'll not be quiet; he's a nice father, isn't he? Is it any wondher Mary went asthray, when...
Mrs. Boyle: Johnny, Johnny, for my sake be quiet -- for your mother's sake!
Boyle: I'm goin' out now to have a few dhrinks with th' last few makes I have, an' tell that lassie o' yours not to be here when I come back; for if I lay me eyes on her, I'll lay me hans on her, an' if I lay me hans on her, I won't be accountable for me actions!
Johnny: Take care somebody doesn't lay his hans on you -- y'oul'...
Mrs. Boyle: Johnny, Johnny!
Boyle: Oh, a nice son, an' a nicer daughter, I have. Joxer, Joxer, are you there?
Joxer: I'm here, More...ee...aar...i...tee!
Boyle: I'm goin' down to Foley's -- are you comin'?
Joxer: Come with you? With that sweet call me heart is stirred; I'm only waiting for the word, an' I'll be with you, like a bird!
Johnny: I've a nice sisther, an' a nice father, there's no bettin' on it. I wish to God a bullet or a bomb had whipped me ou' o' this long ago! Not one o' yous, not one o' yous, have any thought for me!
Mrs. Boyle: If you don't whisht, Johnny, you'll drive me mad. Who has kep' th' home together for the past few years -- only me? An' who'll have to bear th' biggest part o' this throuble but me? -- but whinin' an' whingin' isn't goin' to do any good.
Johnny: You're to blame yourself for a gradle of it -- givin' him his own way in everything, an' never assin' to check him, no matther what he done. Why didn't you look afther th' money? why...
First_Man: We've been sent up be th' Manager of the Hibernian Furnishing Co., Mrs. Boyle, to take back the furniture that was got a while ago.
Mrs. Boyle: Yous'll touch nothin' here -- how do I know who yous are?
First_Man: There's the ordher, ma'am. A chest o' drawers, a table, wan easy an' two ordinary chairs; wan mirror; wan chestherfield divan, an' a wardrobe an' two vases. Come on, Bill, it's afther knockin'-off time already.
Johnny: For God's sake, mother, run down to Foley's an' bring father back, or we'll be left without a stick.
Mrs. Boyle: What good would it be? -- you heard what he said before he went out.
Johnny: Can't you thry? He ought to be here, an' the like of this goin' on.
Mary: What's up, mother? I met men carryin' away the table, an' everybody's talking about us not gettin' the money after all.
Mrs. Boyle: Everythin's gone wrong, Mary, everythin'. We're not gettin' a penny out o' the Will, not a penny -- I'll tell you all when I come back; I'm goin' for your father.