Mr. Gellman’s Shirt

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Veanne Cox - Pop, Broadway

Mr. Gellman’s Shirt

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[CAROLINE] Sixteen feet beneath the sea [ROSE] Caroline, look at Mr. Gellman's shirt He must've left a quarter In the front breast pocket You must've ironed over it Look, it's the head Of the father of our country Mr. George Washington Seared into the fabric Like the face of Jesus On the Shroud of Turin So I guess Mr. Gellman has to learn the rule He loses any change he leaves And you can keep it Just like Noah's, you can keep it Just like Noah's— [CAROLINE] I don't want it I ain't some ragpick Ain't some jackdaw [ROSE, spoken] Of course you're not a— [CAROLINE] I don't want your husband's money [CAROLINE, spoken & ROSE, spoken] I got a load of laundry left (Oh, it's not your fault about the quarter) [CAROLINE] So excuse me, Mrs. Gellman From now one I'll check every pocket Put the money in the bleach cup His and Noah's, yours as well [ROSE] Oh, I never leave my money in my pockets My father would have whupped me, smacked me, he— [CAROLINE] If I find money now I put it in the bleach cup And you people do Whatever you want with it Take the damn money Mrs. Gellman And stop bothering me with it You need anything else? You need anything, anything, anything else? [ROSE, spoken] Now, wait a second [CAROLINE] I got to iron now Iron now, iron now It cramped in here and there's no air So, please get out So my arm can swing With this hot iron And not hit nobody

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Credits

Writers
  • Jeanine Tesori
  • Tony Kushner