Your anger. There's something inside the bone You see everything but the goddamn mind; you see all the little specs and crap, but you don't see what goes on, do you? I cry allllll the time; but deep inside, so no one can see me. I cry all the time. And Georgie cries all the time, too. We both cry all the time, and then what we do, we cry, and we take our tears, and we put 'em in the ice box, in the goddamn ice trays until they're all frozen and then George who is good to me, and whom I revile; who understands me, and whom I push off; who can make me laugh, and I choke it back in my throat; who can hold me, at night, so that it's warm, and whom I will bite so there's blood; who keeps learning the games we play as quickly as I can change the rules; who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy, and yes I do wish to be happy.
George and Martha: sad, sad, sad Abmaphid has been variously described as a wasting disease of the frontal lobes, and as a wonder drug. It is actually both.
I'm really very mistrustful. Ever since I married What's-her-name. Uh, Martha. Even before that. Dashed hopes, and good intentions. How do you like that for a declension, young man? Martha: I am, George. I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the old evolutionary ladder, which is up your line. Now, I will hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see but I will not light your cigarette.
And that, as they say, is that. Martha : Jesus. Share this quote. Martha : A drowning man takes down those nearest. Martha : Hey! George : Hark! Jungle sounds. George : Animal noises. Martha : I disgust me. You know, there's only been one man in my whole life who's ever made me happy.
Do you know that? George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy.
Yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. There was a second back there, yeah, there was a second, just a second when I could have gotten through to you, when maybe we could have cut through all this, this CRAP. But it's past, and I'm not gonna try.
Martha: I looked at you tonight and you weren't there And I'm gonna howl it out, and I'm not gonna give a damn what I do and I'm gonna make the biggest god-damn explosion you've ever heard. Martha: I just told you. I just did it. What's that from?
Martha sits on his legs, slapping and jabbing his back as she sings. He groans and yells while she's doing this. Martha: What's the matter? Didn't ya think that was funny? I thought it was a scream. Martha: Oh, I like your anger. I think that's what I like about you most. Your anger. George: I gave you the prize years ago, Martha. There isn't an abomination award going that you haven't won. George: … some Greek with a moustache Martha attacked one night in a, in a… [laughs stiffly].
Martha: Fix the kids a drink, George. What would you like to drink, kid— kid. Honey: Ohhhh, I don't know, dear, a little brandy maybe. George: Mind? I don't mind. I don't think I mind. Rubbing alcohol for you? Martha: I bust a gut! George: Martha thinks that unless you, as she demurely puts it, "bust a gut", you're not amused, you know. Unless you're… carrying on like a hyena, you're not having any fun. George: Let me tell you a secret, baby — there are easier things in this world, if you, uh… happen to be teaching at a university, there are easier things than being married to the daughter of the president of that university.
There are easier things in this world. Martha: It should be an extraordinary opportunity. For some men, it would be the chance of a lifetime. George: Alas, Martha, in reality, it works out that the sacrifice is of a somewhat more private portion of the anatomy. George: You just finished saying that the things that motivated you were the same things that motivated me. George: Oh no! No, you mustn't! Martha is changing, and Martha is not changing for me! Martha hasn't changed for me in years!
If Martha is changing, that means we're going to be here for days. You're being accorded an honor. You mustn't forget that Martha is the daughter of our beloved boss. She is his right… arm, heh heh. I was going to use another word, but we'll leave that sort of talk to Martha. Martha: George is bogged down in the history department. That's what George is. A bog. A fen. A GD swamp! Martha: Ah… well, sure! You can, um, light my cigarette, if you're of a mind to.
George: No. There are limits. I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the, uh, old evolutionary ladder, which is up your [Nick's] line.
Now, I will, uh, hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman, and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see, but I will not light your cigarette. And that, as they say, is that. George: All I said was that our son, the apple of our three eyes — Martha being a cyclops — our son is a beanbag, and you get testy!
Nick: I'm sorry, it's late! I'm tired. I've been drinking since nine o'clock, my wife is vomiting… there's been a lot of screaming going on around here! George: So you get testy, naturally!
Don't worry about it! Anybody who comes here ends up getting testy; it's expected! Don't be upset! Martha: Well, who do you think did? Sexy, back there? You think he made his own wife sick? George: Oh-ho-ho-ho, beautiful! My god, you gotta have a swine to show you where the truffles are! You know that? Martha: George, who is out somewhere there in the dark. Who is good to me. Whom I revile. Who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them.
George and Martha — sad, sad, sad. Martha: Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest, for having seen me and having said, "Yes, this will do". Who has made the hideous, the hurting, the insulting mistake of loving… me. And must be punished for it. We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe. If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Forgot your password? Retrieve it. TV Shows. Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? It examines the complexities of the marriage of a middle-aged couple, Martha and George.
Late one evening, after a university faculty party, they receive an unwitting younger couple, Nick and Honey, as guests, and draw them into their bitter and frustrated relationship.
The play is in three acts, normally taking a little less than three hours to perform, with two minute intermissions. Martha and George repeatedly sing this version of the song throughout the play. It is frequently revived on the modern stage. Genre: Drama. Won 5 Oscars. IMDB: 8. Screenplay » Edit Buy. Honey: I dance like the wind. Martha: Sure! George: Why Martha! Your Sunday chapel dress!
Honey: They dance like they've danced before. George: It's a familiar dance, monkey nipples, they both know it. Martha: You make me puke. George: That wasn't a very nice thing to say, Martha. Nick: To you, everybody's a flop. Your husband's a flop, I'm a flop.
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