Guys & Dolls: Sarah Lines

Sky: I am not interested in what he will be—I am interested in what he will be.

Don't worry, I'll know—

Sky: Dulce de leche.

Dulce de Leche. What's in it besides milk?

Sky: El Cafe Cubana, in Havana.

El Cafe Cubana, Havana?

Sky: Will I see you tomorrow?

Everyone is welcome at the Mission.

Sky: Of course.

Here are two of our pamphlets I'd like you to read. They will give you a good deal of comfort.

Sky: Oh, it's wonderful-

Here is another pamphlet that I think you should read.

Sky: Sounds like a million laughs.

Here is buried Christopher Columbus.

Sky: That's wonderful Adelaide—You know Miss Sarah.

How do you do.

Arvide: Indeed we do - Sarah!

How do you do?

Sky: Look, a doll you shouldn't be mixed up with a guy like me. It's no good. I'm no good. You know why I took you to Havana? I made a bet! That's how you met me in the first place. I made a bet.

How else would a girl get to meet a gambler?

IF I WERE A BELL

Havana is so wonderful. Why don't we stay here for a few days so we can see how wonderful it's really like.

Sky: Where do you want to eat? Howard Johnson's!

Havana!

Sky: Thank you.

And we're holding a midnight prayer meeting on Thursday, which I'm sure you will wish to attend.

Arvide: And some day they'll be praying there. Even a man like Sky Masterson. He came seeking refuge.

He came seeking me. Did you know that?

Arvide: But of you love him enough—

He will not be a gambler.

Sky: Except me. I am relieved to know that it's just me personally, and not all guys in general. It is nice to know that somewhere in the world there's no guy who might appeal to the Sergeant. I wonder what this guy will be like?

He will not be a gambler.

Arvide: Well, very few people will be there—in fact, nobody. And, uh—

I don't think Mr. Masterson is interested in our trouble, Aunt Arvide. We've got to hurry.

Sky: I think we'd better hurry if we want to catch the plane back to New York.

I don't want to go back to New York.

Sky: You've got the guy all figured out.

I have.

Brannigan: I'll do my testifying in court, where I will testify that you ran a crap game in this Mission last night. Miss Sarah, you were standing there when they came out. You saw them. Aren't these the fellows?

I never saw them before in my life.

Sky: Why not? The plane gets us there in five hours and back the same night. And the food is great.

I now realize, Mr. Gambler, when you were describing the blackness of your heart, you didn't do yourself justice.

Sky: I need private lessons. Why don't we have dinner or something?

I think not, Mr. Masterson.

Adelaide: A darling little fellow with a cute mustache?

I think so.

Adelaide: Don't tell me. Nobody cries like that over an old guy— Whoever it is, you got it bad. You know, when I saw you with Sky Masterson the other night— Oh, no! Not Sky! You're not in love with Sky? You poor thing!

I thought I hated him.

Sky: I'm sure-Miss Sarah, I hope you will not think I am getting out of line, but I think it is wonderful to see a pretty doll-a nice-looking lady like you-sacrificing herself for the sake of others. Staying here in this-do you ever go any place else? Travel or something?

I would like to go to Africa.

Sky: No, no—no—you're talking about love. You can't dope it like that. What are you picking, a guy or a horse?

I wouldn't expect a gambler to understand.

Sky: Thank you - Of course I will need a lot of personal help from you. My heart is as black as two feet down a wolf's gullet.

I'll be speaking at the Thursday prayer meeting.

Arvide: We followed your suggestion and stayed out all night. We spoke to a lot of sinners- Where have you been, Sarah?

I've been to Cuba.

Adelaide: For fourteen years I've tried to change Nathan. I've always thought how wonderful he would be, if he was different.

I've thought about Sky that way, too.

Adelaide: You've got a boyfriend named Isaiah, huh?

Isaiah was an ancient prophet.

Sky: Sorry. "No peace unto the wicked."-Isaiah, Chapter 57, Verse 22. Isaiah?

Isaiah.

Sky: That's not proverbs - It's Isaiah.

It's Proverbs.

Sky: That's not what I mean.

It's no good, Sky. You said it yourself - it's no good.

Sky: How do you like it?

It's so peaceful, and wonderful.

Sky: Bacardi.

It's very good. I'll have another. Doesn't Bacardi have alcohol in it?

Sky: Would you like to hear how a gambler feels about the big heart throb?

No!

Sky: By the way, you spoke beautifully this morning, Sarah.

No, I can't reach these people. I should never have volunteered for this post—Well, let's go in to lunch. And I was going to convert Broadway all by myself. I was going to take these gamblers and have them just begging to come to the Mission. General Cartwright!

Sky: Come on!

No, no!

Sky: That's a little far. But there are a lot of wonderful places just a few hours from New York, by plane. Ever been in a plane?

No.

Arvide: Join us, Brothers and Sisters, in resisting the Devil, and we can put him to flight forever.

Remember, friends, it is the Save-a-Soul Mission—located at 409 West 49th street, open all day and all night, with a special prayer meeting this Thursday at—

Sky: Dulce de leche.

These are delicious, What did you call them?

Sky: I don't know. Four o'clock.

This is your time of day, isn't it? I've never been up this late before.

Sky: Sarah, you know I had nothing to do with this, don't you? Sarah!

This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't- I never should have gone with you. It was wrong.

Sky: It'll take us some time to get there.

To get where?

Sky: Where to?

To see the oldest— "Don't miss the dungeons where pris'ners were thrown to the sharks."

Agatha: Yes, he attended every street meeting we had this morning. He must be interested in our work.

Very.

Arvide: Good morning, General.

We didn't know you were coming to town, General.

Sky: Fine lady, I suppose she sort of-looks after you-?

We look after each other.

Arvide: Look, suppose we don't have a big meeting tonight— suppose nobody is there at all. We'll explain to the General.

We won't have to explain—it'll be very clear. I just want to get away from this whole place. To go somewhere—where—

Sky: Well, lyings a sin—Look, I'm a big sinner. If you get me, it's eight to five the others'll follow. You need sinners, don't you?

We're managing.

Act One, Scene Six

Well, we finally lost him.

Sky: Congratulations, Nathan! I'll lay you eight to five you'll be very happy.

What Obediah means is-

Sky: Yeah. I guess so.

What time is it?

Sky: Oh, sugar, and a kind of native flavouring.

What's the name of the flavouring?

Sky: I'm Hungry - Here!

What's this?

Sky: Sky Masterson.

What's wrong?

Sky: Sorry, just blossoming under the warmth of your kindness- Hey- That's wrong.

What's wrong?

Sky: To my favorite restaurant.

Where is that?

Sky: Uh-huh. I suppose if either of you goes someplace, the other goes along?

Yes, of course.

Sky: THE BREAKFAST EATING, BROOKS BROTHERS TYPE

Yes.

Sky: Only enough to act as a preservative.

You know - this would be a wonderful way to get children to drink milk. Two Dulce de Leche.

Adelaide: I'm afraid that might confuse her— Maybe I'll tell her Nathan is dead, and the. see to it.

You mustn't carry hate in your heart, Miss Adelaide. Try to be forgiving and understanding, and the pain will go away. In the Bible it tells us in Isaiah—Isaiah—Isaiah—

Arvide: Where the sinners are all respectable and well behaved?

You saw what happened last night. They gambled—in our Mission.

Sky: And I now realize, Sister Sarah, that no matter how beautiful a Sergeant is, she's still a Sergeant.

Please go away.

Nathan: Obediah?

- he wishes you every happiness and so do I.

Nathan: He couldn't have! How could he! She couldn't have gone!

A ham sandwich. El Santo Cristo, the second oldest mission in Cuba- Come on!

Adelaide: But they just can't change.

A little while ago at our prayer meeting there were a lot of gamblers who acted as though maybe they could change.

Sky: How about a drink?

A milkshake, please.

Adelaide: I thought I hated Nathan. I still think I hate him. That's love.

Adelaide—can't men like Sky ever change?

Sky: Including what he smokes. All figured out, huh?

All figured out.

Sky: Take it easy, slugger. It's over and you're still champ. Are you all right?

Am I all right?

Sky; I'll make you a proposition. When is this big meeting of yours—Thursday? I will guarantee to fill that meeting with one dozen genuine sinners. I will also guarantee that they will sit still and listen to you.

And what's my end of the bargain?

Sky: Possibly. I have been wandering around, trying to get up the courage to come here.

And you're willing to give up gambling?

Sky: Sky Masterson's marker for twelve sinners. If you don't think it's good, ask anybody in town. I-O-U.- one dozen sinners. I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow, for dinner.

At noon?

I'VE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE BEFORE

Aunt Arvide! I thought you'd be asleep.

FOLLOW THE FOLD

Brothers and sisters, resist the Devil and he will flee from you. This is what the Bible tells us. And that is why I am standing here, in the Devil's own city,—on the Devil's own street, prepared to do battle with the forces of evil. Hear me, you gamblers! With your dice, your cards, your horses! Pause and think before it is too late! You are in great danger! I am not speaking of the prison and the gallows,—but of the greater punishment that awaits you! Repent before it is too late! Just around the corner is our little Mission—where are you always welcome to seek refuge from this jungle of sin. Come here and talk to me. Do not think of me as Sergeant Sarah Brown, but as Sarah Brown, your sister.

Arvide: Close the Mission!

But, General, please! Someone can do good here, even if I can't.

Sky: MINE I'LL LEAVE TO CHANCE AND CHEMISTRY

Chemistry?

Brannigan: Someone must have tipped the off. I seen a lot of strange things in my time but this is the first time I ever see a floating crap game going full blast in a MISSION.

Crap game!

Sky: No, it wasn't. You went to help the Mission.

Did I?

Arvide: Agatha! Coffee!

Didn't I see you a little while ago on Broadway?

Arvide: Maybe your watch is fast.

General, I know what's wrong. I'm wrong. I've failed. I've spoken to these people day after day, but my words haven't reached them — I think you had better—

General: Well, if I thought the Mission had chance—

General, I personally guarantee you one dozen genuine sinners.

Adelaide: Oh, hello.

Good evening.

Adelaide: How do you like that rat! Just when he should have been lying he's telling the truth! I'm glad I'm through with him. And you ought to be glad you're through with Sky, too.

I am.

General: I don't think I understand.

I do, General. He means that they are only here because Mr. Masterson won them in a dice game.

Sky: Let's be honest. This Mission is laying an egg. Why don't you let me help you? I'll bet I can fill this place with sinners.

I don't bet.

Sky: Why don't you change your pitch, Sarge—come to the mission one and all, except guys. I hate guys!

I don't hate anybody.

Arvide: Are you kidding? I knew that the minute he started picking on you. But I didn't know you were going to get stuck on him.

I'll get over it.

Sky: Why not? What the hell kind of doll are you, anyway?

I'm a mission doll.

Adelaide: Yes, but that doesn't mean-gamblers at your prayer meeting- Was Nathan Detroit there?

I'm sure I heard that name.

Sky: I cannot welch a marker.

Mr. Masterson, last night the Mission was filled with your friends. Let us say we're even.

Sky: Obediah!

Obediah? What's that?

Adelaide: The twelfth of never.

Oh, I'm sorry.

General: No, I don't have time, dear. I have several other calls to make—Sarah, we at headquarters have come to a definite conclusion. we have decided to close this branch of the Mission.

Oh, no.

Adelaide: I'm Adelaide, the well known fiancée.

Oh, yes. When are you getting married?

Sky: I got to think what's best for you.

Oh, you talk just like a Missionary.

Adelaide: I didn't even get close enough to a church to be left at— Gee, what'll I ever tell my mother?

Oh, your mother will understand. Just tell her the engagement is broken.

Sky: Miss Adelaide certainly seems happy.

She's in love.

Act One, Scene Two

Some day I'm going to talk a pick axe and rip up Broadway from end to end

Sky: What's wrong with the Bible? Besides, in my business the strangest information frequently comes in handy. I once won five G's on a parlay, Shadrach, Mischach, and Abednego.

Tell me, Mr. Masterson, why are you here?

Act One Scene Ten

Thank you for bringing me back. I must have behaved very badly.

Sky: Miss Sarah. You've forgotten something, but being a gambler, I never forget things like this. You hold my marker for twelve sinners tonight.

Thank you, Mr. Masterson, but I'd rather you forgot about it.

Arvide: Hasn't she, though?

Thank you.

Arvide: What do you want to get over it for? It isn't pneumonia.

The man I love will not be a gambler.

Sky: Have dinner with me.

Why do you want to have dinner with me?

General: Good morning—Sarah, there's something I want to talk to you about.

Won't you come inside—have some lunch with us?

Adelaide: I've sat and pictured him by the hour. Nathan-my Nathan-in a little home in the country-happy- Gee, wouldn't it be wonderful.

Wouldn't it-If only Sky-

Sky: Chemistry?

Yeah, chemistry.

Nathan: But I did another terrible thing. I made a bet with a certain guy that he could not take a certain doll away with him on a trip, and this I should not have done, although it did not do any harm, as I won the bet.

You won the bet?

Sky: I told you I'm a sinner.

You're lying.

Sky: Im taking you back!

You're no gentleman.

Sky: There are two things been in every hotel room in the country. Sky Masterson, and the Gideon Bible. I must have read the Good Book ten or twelve times.

You've read the Bible twelve times?