On
a Grey Bleeker Street Day with Baby Jane and Blanche
Jane:
Looking out the living room winda- Miserable,
rainy ~puff~ puff~ dull *#^% days!
Blanche:
Now, Jane Dear. What is all this belly-aching I hear?
Jane:
Look outside Blanche. How in the hell is a body supposed to live through this
sh**ty stuff. ~puff ~ drag~ puff~ Why
even my ciggies are sodden.
Blanche:
with a smirk- Maybe it’s Mother Nature
telling you it’s time to quit your nasty habit.
Jane:
Well, ya wanna know what I think?
Blanche:
Not really…
Jane:
I think ~puff, puff~ Mother Nature
should just butt the F*** out! That’s what I think.
Blanche:
My, my Jane Dear, you have quite the way with the King’s English.
Jane:
King? She’s a broad if she’s a day. I’be seen her! ~puff~
Blanche:
Oh, it’s just an expression Jane. I could just as easily have said ‘English
Language’.
Jane:
Always trying to beat me into the ground with all that book-learning- ain’t ya
Blanche…
Blanche:
Nonsense Jane. I am simply saying…
Jane:
~puff, puff~ You’re simply saying
that I am beneath you. Lower than the rubber on them there wheels on that there
chair.
Blanche:
Jane Dear, why would you think that I would ever consider you to be such a lowly
creature? Why if I wasn’t in this chair, I’d come right over there and shake
you good and hard. Knock some sense into that pretty…ummm….that noggin of yours.
Jane:
But ya are Blanche. You see? But. You. Are. No amount of book-learning or
Jeopardy watching is gonna change that! ~puff,
drag, puff~
Jane exits the living
room heading for the kitchen- chuckling all the way…
