Big Daddy! Now what makes him so big? His big heart? His big belly? Or his big money?
The heat has made you cross.
Give me my crutch.
Why don't you put on your nice silk pajamas, honey, and come on down to the party? There's a lovely cool breeze.
Give me my crutch, Maggie.
Lean on me, baby. [He turns and stiffly ignores her. She warmly hugs him from behind] You've got a nice smell about you. Is your bath water cool?
No.
I know somethin' that would make you feel cool and fresh. Alcohol rub. Cologne.
No thanks. We'd smell alike. Like a couple of cats in the heat.
It's cool on the lawn.
I'm not goin' down there, Maggie, not for you and not for Big Daddy.
At least you can give him his present that I remembered to buy for you for his birthday. Do you think you could write a few words on this card?
You write somethin' Maggie.
It's got to be your handwritin'. It's your present. It's got to be your handwritin'.
I didn't get him a present.
Well, what's the difference?!
Then if there's no difference, you write the card.
And have him know you didn't remember his birthday?
I didn't remember.
Well, you don't have to prove it to him. Just-just write 'Love, Brick' for heaven's sakes.
NO!
You've got to.
I don't have to do anything I don't want to! Now you keep forgettin' the conditions on which I agreed to stay on livin' with you.
I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage, that's all. You know, that's the first time you've raised your voice in a long time. Crack in the stone wall? I think that's a fine sign. Mighty fine.
