An excerpt from JERRY
FINNEGANÕS SISTER:
As the play progresses,
Brian Dowd, a young man of 23 who often addresses the audience, takes us
through a number of years and a number of experiences he has had with the
adorable girl next door, Beth Finnegan.
His intention is to show us how impossibly he has handled the
relationship. Here, when heÕs 13
and sheÕs 12, he deals with BethÕs blossoming adolescence.
BETH: Boys.
BRIAN: Boys.
BETH: I like boys a lot!
BRIAN: I actually heard her
use that sentence once.
BETH: I like boys a lot!
BRIAN: That sentence
there. It came out of her mouth in
front of my face when I was thirteen and she was twelve.
BETH: I like boys a lot!
BRIAN: DonÕt say that!
BETH: Why not?
BRIAN: Out loud.
BETH: Why not?
BRIAN: SomebodyÕll hear
you.
BETH: (smiles) Boys,
I hope!
BRIAN: But you canÕt
just...say things like that...You have to...you know...think them...and hope the...people youÕre...thinking
about...think back the same thing.
BETH: Really?
BRIAN: Really.
BETH: WouldnÕt it be easier
just to tell boys I like them a lot?
BRIAN: Beth...
BETH: That way, they could
think back whatever they wanted to think back a whole lot quicker!
BRIAN: ThatÕs not the way
it works.
BETH: Okay, what if itÕs
you.
BRIAN: What if whatÕs me?
BETH: What if youÕre a boy?
BRIAN: WeÕll pretend.
BETH: And youÕre at a
party. And you bump into a girl
you like.
BRIAN: ItÕs been known to
happen.
BETH: And she looks you
right in your face...(she looks right in his face)...and she says, ÒI like boys. A lot!Ó What do you do?
BRIAN: What do I do?
BETH: Yes. After you think back what you want to
think back, what do you do?
BRIAN: I...turn the other
way.
BETH: Turn the other way?
BRIAN: Turn the other way.
BETH: A girl you like looks
you right in the face...(she does it again, grabbing him by the shoulders)...and says, ÒI like boys. A lot!Ó And you
turn the other way?
BRIAN: Right.
BETH: RIGHT?
BRIAN: Bingo.
BETH: BINGO?
BRIAN: On the nose.
BETH: ON THE NOSE?!
BRIAN: (panicked beyond
belief) YES! YES! ON THE NOSE!
YES!
BETH: (shaking him
vigorously) WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH
YOU?
BRIAN: (loses it) I DONÕT KNOW!
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH ME?!!
BETH: (grabs him by the
collar; takes each sentence right to his face) SheÕs there.
SheÕs pretty. SheÕs
ready. SheÕs willing. SheÕs able. SheÕs telling you what you want to hear. SheÕs telling you that she likes you as
much as you like her. And what do
you do?
BRIAN: (devastatingly
lost; he turns away as he speaks tentatively) I...turn...the
other...way.
BETH: (sweetly) Brian?
BRIAN: (doesnÕt look
back) Yeah?
BETH: You are one sick puppy!
BRIAN: (to audience; smiles) She noticed!