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A FEMINISM APPROACH-BASED ANALYSIS ON THE CHARACTER OF CELIE IN ALICE WALKER'S THE COLOR
PURPLE
A Paper Submitted to the Faculty of Adab and Humanitie,.
on Partial Accomplishment of the Requirements for the Degree of Strata I (SI)
By:
TRI WIDIASTUTI 202026001111
THE ENGLISH LETTERS DEPARTMENT FACULTY OF ADAB AND HUMANITIES
SYARIF HIDAYATULLAH STATE ISLAMIC UNIVERSITY JAKARTA 1428/2007
A MAXIM ANALYSIS ON THE DIAI~OGUE OF DAVID HENRY HWANG'S DRAM[A 'FOB'
(FRESH OFF THE BOAT)
By:
UMMY FATIMAH Reg.no: 103026027636
ENGLISH LETTERS DEPARTMENT LETTERS AND HUMANITIES FACULTY
STATE ISLAMIC UNIVERSITY SY ARIF HIDAYATULLAH
A MAXIM ANALYSIS ON THE DIALOGUE OF DAVID HENRY HWANG'S DRAMA 'FOB'
(FRESH OFF THE BOAT)
A Thesis Submitted to Letters and Humanities Faculty In Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for
Sl Degree
UMMY FATIMAH Reg.no: 103026027636
ENGLISH LETTERS DEPARTMENT LETTERS AND HUMANITIES FACULTY
STATE ISLAMIC UNIVERSITY SYARIF HIDAYATULLAH
TA TE AD'T'A
ABSTRACT
Ummy Fatimah, A maxim analysis on the dialogue of David Henry Hwang's drama FOB (fresh-off-the-boat). English Language and Literature Department. Letters and Humanities faculty. UIN SyarifHidayatullah Jakarta, July 2007.
This research is aimed to know violation of maxim based on the readily visible fact. The writer uses the descriptive method in which she tries to describe violation of maxim. The unit of analysis of her research is the dialogue of David Henry Hwang's drama "FOB" (fresh-off-the-boat). It is analyzed descriptively based on related theory of maxim by Herbert Grice. She analyzes violation of maxims on the dialogue of the drama. She uses herself as a main research instrument through reading, identifying and classifying the data which are needed from the text dialogue of David Henry 1-!wang's drama "FOB" (freshoff-the-boat).
The conclusions that the writer can get from the analysis are: there are so many violations of maxims on the dialogue of David Henry 1-!wang's drama "FOB" (fresh-off-the-boat). There are 2 dialogues which violate maxim of quantity, 3 dialogues which violate maxim of quality, 1 dialogue which violate maxim of manner and 14 dialogues which violate maxim of relevance. FOB (fresh-off-the-boat) tells about someone who comes from China and he lives in America with different language and culture.
APPROVEMENT
A MAXIM ANALYSIS ON THE DIALOGUE OF DAVID HENRY HW ANG'S DRAMA 'FOB'
(FRESH OFF THE BOAT)
A Thesis Submitted to Letters and Humanities Faculty In Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for
SI Degree
UMMY FATIMAH Reg.no: 103026027636
Approved by:
:.FRANS SA YOG;, M.P!! Reg. 150 299 481
ENGLISH LETTERS DEP ARTl\tlENT LETTERS AND HUMANITIES lfACULTY
STATE ISLAMIC UNIVERSITY SYARilf HIDAY ATl!JLLAH
TAU A D'T'A
APPROVEMENT
A MAXIM ANALYSIS ON THE DIALOGUE OF DAVID HENRY HWANG'S DRAMA 'FOB'
(FRESH OFF THE BOAT)
A Thesis Submitted to Letters and Humanities Faculty In Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for
Sl Degree
UMMY FATIMAH Reg.no: 103026027636
Approved by:
zF I<-·'==' , -:,. FRANS SAYOGIE:;...Pd
Reg. 150 299 481
ENGLISH LETTERS DEPARTMENT LETTERS AND HUMANITIES FACULTY
STATE ISLAMIC UNIVERSITY SYARIF HIDAYATULLAH
.JAKARTA
LEGALIZATION
The thesis entitled "A Maxim Analysis on the Dialogue of David Henry Hwang's Drama FOB" has been defended before the Letters and Humanities Faculty's Examination Committed on October, 1 2007. The thesis has already been accepted as a partial fulfillment of the requirements for SI degree.
Jakarta, October I, 2007
Examination Committee
Chair Person,
M.Pd
Members:
Examiner 1
Dr. Muham •arkhan M.Pd N . 150 299 480
Secretary,
~{liLuL~/ Drs. Asep Saefnddin, M.Pd
NIP. 150 261 902
Examiner II
0 ----~ /\~ Sholikatu$ Sa' diyah, M.Pd
MP. J.?O 370 230
DECLARATION
I hereby declare that this submission is my own work and that, to the best of my knowledge and belief, it contains no material previously published or written by another person nor material which to a substantial extent has been accepted for the award of my other degree or diploma of the university or other institute of higher learning, except where due acknowledgment has been made in the text.
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
Praise is only for Allah SWT. Lord of the universe. The writer would
like to thank to Him who gives her His blessing and opportunity to finish this
paper. Peace and blessing of Allah be upon the noblest of the Prophets and
Messengers, our Prophet Muhammad SAW.
On this occasion, the writer wants to thanks to hc~r parents H. Djunaidi
and Hj. Siti Malah, her brothers and sisters Ma'mun, Murtadlho, Maryani, Mansur,
Muchtar and Musthofa who have been giving her their finance, facilities, and
support during the study and making this paper.
Then, the writer would like to thank to her advisor Dr. Frans Sayogie,
M.Pd who has advised her patiently and punctually in reading of the contents of
this paper, and for his helpful comments on it. She realizes without his critics and
helps, this paper will be nothing.
The writer also would like to thank to her leciturers who have been
giving their knowledges and experiences during her study in English Letter
Department UIN SyarifHidayatullah Jakarta.
The writer does not forget saying thank to her friends Zack, Shipit,
This chapter will explain an analysis of David Henry Hwang's drama
'FOB' (fresh-off-the-boat) by using Herbert Grice theory of maxim. The
concept is used to know the violation of maxim of the analyzed text. The data
are collected from the text of the drama. The data that the writer has obtained
can be presented below:
Characters (all in early twenties)
Dale, an American of Chinese descent, second generation. Grace, his cousin, a first generation Chinese American. Steve, her friend, a Chinese newcomer. Gwan Gung, the God of warrior in Chinese's culture. Chong you bing, a type of Chinese pancake, a Northern Chinese appetizer often made with dough and scallions, with a consistency similar to that of pita bread.
1. Violation of Quantity
Data: 1 Steve : You working here? Grace : Part time. It's my father's place. I'm also in school. (Act I, line 61-62)
Data: 2 Grace : I told you, you're too wimpy to be Gwan Gung. And even
if you were, you'd have to wait your turn in line. Steve : What? Grace : I already have something for tonight. My cousin and I are
having dinner. (Act I, line 132-134)
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2. Violation of Quality
: I said, I'll tell you. Data: 1
Steve Grace : If this is how you go around meeting people, I think it's
pretty screwed. Steve
Grace Steve
: Silence! I'm Gwan Gung! God of warriors, WTiters and prostitutes! Pause
: Bullshit! : What?
Grace : Bullshit! Bullshit! You are not Gwan Gung. And gimme back my box.
(Act I, line 42-47)
Data: 2 Steve
Grace
: You made me thinking of you as a quite listener. A good trick what is your name?
: You can call me "The woman Who Has Defeated Gwan Gung", if that's really who you are:.
(Act I, line 55-56)
Data: 3 Grace : I guess he's late. You know, he just came to this country. Dale : Oh yeah? How'd you meet him? Grace : At a Chinese dance at U.C.L.A. Dale : Hmmm. Some of those FOBs get moving pretty fast. (Act I, line 172-176)
3. Violation of Relevance
Data: 1 Grace : One whole roll you know how much of it got on here?
Look that much. That's all. Steve : (in Chinese) yeah. Do you serve chong you bing today? Grace : (picking up box) could've skipped the wrapping paper,
just covered it with tape. Steve : (in Chinese) excuse me! (Act I, line 5-8)
Data: 2 Grace Steve
: Yeah? (Pause) you wouldn't have any on you, would you? : (English from on onward) sorry? No, I don't have bing. I
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Data: 3 Grace : Not bing! Tape, Have you any tape? Steve : Tape? Of course I don't have tape. Grace : Just checking. Steve : Do you have any bing? (Act I, line 11-14)
Data: 4 Grace : Look, we're closed till five ... Steve : Idiot girl! Grace : Why don't you take a menu? Steve : I want you to tell me! (Act I, line 15-18)
Data: 5 Grace : If the customer's Chinese. You insult them by giving
forks. Steve : I said I want you to tell me. (Act I, line 21-22)
Data: 6 Grace : If the customer Anglo, you starve them by not giving
forks. Steve : You serve bing or not? Grace : But it's always easy just to dump whatever happens to be
in your hands at the moment. (Act I, line 23-25)
Data: 7 Steve : I suggest you answer my question at once! Grace : And I suggest you grab a menu and start doing thing for
your self. Look, I'll get you one, c~ve:n. How's that? Steve : I want it from your mouth. (Act I, line 26-29)
Data: 8 Steve : Buncha weak boys, what do they know? One man -China
Man- wearing a leisure suit-green! I ask him, "You know Gwan Gung?" he says, "Hong Kong?" I say, "No, no. Gwan Gung". He says, "Yeah th<~y got sixty thousand people living on four acres; went there last year". I say, "No, no. Gwan Gung". He says, "Ooouh! Gwan Gung?" I say, "Yes, yes. Gwan Gung'. He says, "I never been there before".
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Data: 9 Steve : Another kid -blue jeans and T-shirt- I ask him, does he
know Gwan Gung? He says, he doesn't need it, he knows Jesus Christ. What city is this now?
(Act I, line 101)
Data: 10 Dale Steve Dale
: I'll drive, you sent the hearse home. : I tell driver - return car after dinner. : How could you ... ? What time did you ... ? When did you
tell him to return? What time? Steve : (looks at his watch) seven - five Dale : No - not what time is it. What time you tell him to return? Steve : Seven - five. Go see. (Act I, line 115-120)
Data: 11 Steve : Gwan Gung- bows to no one's terms but his own. Grace : Fine, why don't you go down the street to Imperial Dragon
Restaurant and see if they have bing? Steve : Do you have bing? Grace : See for your self. (Act I, line 143-146)
Data: 12 Grace Dale Steve
: Oh! Steve, this is Dale, my cousin. Dale, Steve. : Hey, nice to meet ... : (Now speaking with Chinese accent) Hello. Thank you.
I'm fine. Pause
Dale : Uh, yeah, me too. So, you just got here, huh? What'cha thinks?
(Act I, line 219-222)
Data: 13 Dale Steve Dale
: So, how do you like America? : Very nice. : "Very nice". Good, colorful Hong Kong English. English
-how much of it you got down, anyway? (Act I, line 328-330) · · ·
Data: 14 Grace Dale
: Dale! Shit! I'm sorry. I didn't ... : (Groggy) Am I late? . T rlirln't lr-nnxu it 'tll-::1.C'! '11£\11 n'AlP
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4. Violation of Manner
Data: 1 Grace : Pretty good. If you are Gwan Gung, you're not the dumb
jock I was expecting. Got a lot learn about school though. Steve : Expecting? You were expecting me? Grace : (quickly) No, no. I meant what I expected from the stories. (Act I, line 68-70)
B. Data Analysis
For analyzing the data, the writer uses data from !•ext of dialogue David
Henry Hwang's drama 'FOB' (fresh-off-the-boat) above. First, she writes the
text of dialogue and explains violation of maxim which is on the dialogue. She
gives a reason by using Herbe1i Grice theory of maxims.
1. Violation of Quantity
Data 1:
Steve : You working here?
Grace : Part time. It's my father's place. I'm also in school.
(Act I, line 61-62)
A dialogue above violates maxim of quantity because Grace gives
too much information to answer Steve's question. Grace gives information
that is not needed. Grace explains the owner of restaurant and she tells him
that she· is a student, although Steve just asks about her job. Implicature
appear at Grace tells Steve "I'm also in school". This text implies about
who is Grace, and this text describes that Grace is still a student in a school
Data2:
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Grace : I told you, you're too wimpy to be Gwan Gung. And even
if you were, you'd have to wait your turn in line.
Steve : What?
Grace : I already have something for tonight. My cousin and I are
having dinner.
(Act I, line 132-134)
From that dialogue the writer finds violation of maxim of quantity
because Grace gives the information which Steve does not need. Grace tells
Steve that she has an appointment with her cousin to dinner tonight,
although Steve does not ask her about it. Grace· makes her contribution as
not as informative is required. Implicature appears at Grace tells Steve "I
told you, you're too wimpy to be Gwan Gung. And. even if you were, you'd
have to wait your turn in line". The text impEes Grace has many
appointments with other people and she will choose someone. Apparently,
someone is her cousin.
2. Violation of Quality
Data 1:
Steve : I said, I'll tell you.
Grace : If this is how you go around meeting people, I think it's
pretty screwed.
prostitutes! Pause
Grace : Bullshit!
Steve : What?
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Grace : Bullshit! You are not Gwan Gung. And gimme back my
box. (Act I, line 42-4 7)
The writer finds violates maxim of quality in dialogue above. Steve
says something that he does not give adequate evidence for it. Steve
announces Grace that he is Gwan Gung the God of warriors, writers and
prostitutes! Steve is not a God, but he just a man that live in the real world
and that is different with Gwan Gung who is a God of warrior. Steve can not
give enough evidence that he is like Gwan Gung.
Data2:
Steve : You made me thinking of you as a quite listener. A good
trick what is your name?
Grace : You can call me "The woman Who Has Defeated Gwan
Gung'', if that's really who you are.
(Act I, line 55-56)
A dialogue above violates maxim of quaiity because Grace says
something that she believes it is false and she has not an evidence to explain
about it. Grace tells Steve that her name is The Woman Who Has Defeated
Gwan Gung; it is not true because Grace is a human and she knows that
Steve is not Gwan Gung the God.
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Data 3:
Grace : I guess he's late. You know, he just c:ame to this country.
Dale : Oh yeah? How'd you meet him?
Grace : At a Chinese dance at U.C.L.A.
Dale : Hmmm. Some of those FOBs get moving pretty fast.
(Act I, line 172-176)
From that dialogue the writer finds violation of maxim of quality
because Grace does not give the truth information to Dale about her first
meeting with Steve. Grace tells Dale that she meet Ste:ve at a Chinese dance
at U.C.L.A, although she meet Steve for the first time in her father
restaurant in Torrance, California. Grace covers up the truth about Steve.
3. Violation of Relev.ance
Data 1:
Grace : One whole roll you know how much of it got on here?
Look that much. That's all.
Steve : (in Chinese) yeah. Do you serve chong you bing today?
Grace : (picking up box) could've skipped the wrapping paper, just
covered it with tape.
Steve : (in Chinese) excuse me!
(Act I, line 5-8)
From that dialogue the writer finds violation of maxim of relevance
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answer. Steve asks Grace about chong you bing and Grace answer Steve's
question with other statements which are not irrelevant with Steve's
question. Grace changes topic of conversation even though Steve still asks
her about chong you bing.
Data 2:
Grace : Yeah? (Pause) you wouldn't have any on you, would you?
Steve : (Englishji-om on onward) sorry? No, I don't have bing. I
want to buy bing.
Grace : Not bing! Tape, have you got any tape?
(Act I, line 9-11)
From that dialogue the writer finds violation of maxim of relevance
because Steve answers Grace's question with irrelevant reaction. Grace asks
Steve about tape but Steve answers that he does not has bing. From that
dialogue seems there are no connection between Grace's question and
Steve's answer.
Data3:
Grace : Not bing! Tape, Have you any tap1~?
Steve : Tape? Of course I don't have tape.
Grace : Just checking.
Steve : Do you have any bing?
(Act I, line 11-14)
From dialogue above, the writer finds that Steve always ask Grace
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There are no connection between Steve's question and Grace's answer. The
purpose of communication between Steve and Grace can not be reached
because their dialogue violates maxim of relevance.
Data4:
Grace : Look, we're closed till five ...
Steve : Idiot girl!
Grace : Why don't you take a menu?
Steve : I want you to tell me!
(Act I, line 15-18)
From the dialogue, the writer finds violation of maxim of relevance
because dialogue between Steve and Grace does not reach the purpose of
communication. It seems at Grace explains that the restaurant close at five
but Steve does not care and he still stay at the restaurant, because he did not
know what does Grace say.
Data 5:
Grace : If the customer's Chinese. You insult them by giving
forks.
Steve : I said I want you to tell me.
(Act I, line 21-22)
The writer finds violation of maxim of relevartce in dialogue above.
Steve gives irrelevance response to Grace's statement. Grace explains to
Steve about behavior of customer's Chinese but St<~ve gives other response.
Data 6:
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Grace : If the customer Anglo, you starve them by not giving
forks.
Steve : You serve bing or not?
Grace : But it's always easy just to dump whatever happens to be
in your hands at the moment.
(Act I, line 23-25)
The writer finds violate maxim of relevance in dialogue above. Steve
tries hard to get Grace's answer about bing. Grace always gives explain to
him about customer behavior. They do not cooperative so they do not get
the purpose of their communication.
Data 7:
Steve : I suggest you answer my question at once!
Grace : And I suggest you grab a menu and start doing thing for
your self. Look, I'll get you one, ·~ve:n. How's that?
Steve : I want it from your mouth.
(Act I, line 26-29)
The data 7 above violates maxim of relevance because Steve does
not do what Grace wants. Steve always stays at the restaurant although it is
closed. He wants Grace tell him about bing but Grace explains him about
the restaurant and how to serve the costumer. The:ir conversation is not
running well.
Data 8:
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Steve : Bw1cha weak boys, what do they !mow? One man -China
Man- wearing a leisure suit-green! I ask him, "You know
Gwan Gung?" he says, "Hong Kong?" I say, "No, no.
Gwan Gung". He says, "Yeah they got sixty thousand
people living on four acres; went there last year". I say,
"No, no. Gwan Gung". He says, "Ooouh! Gwan Gung?" I
say, "Yes, yes. Gwan Gung". He says, "I never been there
before".
(Act I, line 99)
That dialogue describes conversation between Steve and China Man
who lives in America and he does not !mow about Chinese's culture. Steve
asks him about Gwan Gung the God of warrior but the China Man has other
perspective about that. The China Man thinks Gwan Gung is a place in
Hong Kong. This dialogue violates maxim of relevance because Steve does
not get a true answer from China Man and he answers with irrelevant
statement.
Data 9:
Steve : Another kid -blue jeans and T-shirt- I ask him, does he
know Gwan Gung? He says, he doesn't need it, he knows
Luka: (seeing lhe kiss) Mercy on us! HoJy saints above! Mrs. Popov: (dropping lier eyes) Luka, tell them in the stable that Toby is -· ·not tO fiave- any oats today.
. ltEADlNG !AND REACTING . . _.
1. Because The Bndc is a farce, Chekhov's characters (rcquently _exaggerate for comic effect. For instance, 5Enirnov lc11s Mrs. Popov, ~I've knoy.• more "''omen than you've knov .. n pussy catS. I've (ought three duels on their account. I've jilted twelve, and been jilted by nine others." Give some additional examples of such broad language,
'- and explain its function. 2. Give some examples of physical actions used to reinforct! cnlotions or
altitudes in Tlic Brute. 3. Explain and illustrate h?w language reveals each of the !ol\o\•.-ing
moods: Mrs. Popov's anger at Mr. Sn,irnov, Mrs. Pupov's ambivalence toward her late husband. f\ir. Sn1irno'-"S in,paticncc \\'ith f\1rs. Popov,
Mr. Smirnov's stubbornness. 4. \\s the play progresses, Mrs. Popov's changing language
c· ... ffi.municate!, her changing feelings toward her husband. Explain. 5. What can you-infer about Mrs. Popov's relationship with Luka from
the language she uses when she addresses him? From the language
he uses with her? 6. At what point in the play does Mr. Smirnov's language become more
elaborate? What does his use of figurative language suggest? 7. V/here in the play does dramatic irony occur? Is verbal irony present? 8. Where in the play do asides occur? What is their function? 9. JOURNAL ENTRY: Does this play reinforce stereotypes about
gender or question their validity? What role does the play'S language play in helping you_ draw your conclusion?
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DAVID HENRY HWANG (1957- ) \\'as born in Los Angeles and graduated from Stanford University-in 1979, later attcndi-ng the Yale School of Drama. FOB was written and first produci:d as pa.rt of a student Cestival in 1979, while he was an l;lndergraduate. Hwang·~ other \<l.'orks include Tl" Dance" and the Railroad {1951), family Devotions {1981). and M. Buturfly (1988), which won the Tony Award for best play of lhc year .. The son of Chinese irn1nigrants. Hwang became fascinated as a college student by how a Chir.ese ·?ast and an American future can be reconciled. Most of h~s dramatic work has centered on this conflict. His most recent v.·ork. M. Burier/ly, deals with the true story of a French diplomat and his lover. a Chinese 'i ...
FOB (1978) is the story of a .. fresh-off-the-boat" Chinese immigrant and his i:nore assimilated friends. Hwang mixes realism and symbolism in this play, evoking the powerh.;I presence of Chinese mythic figures. ln his 1982 introduction to a volume of four plays, including FOB. he wrote ... to Asian-American lhe<?ter people across the nat\o:'l .... I dedicate this volume. I present these plays as an offering, with respect for the past and excitement for our future lh•es togeth<'r."
PLAY\\'RICllT"S NOTE
DAVID HENRY HWANG
FOB (1978)
For Ou: <t•o.rriors of my fllutil.v
The roots o! FOB are thoroughlj• American. The play bcp,a1l "-'hen a sketdl l , .... a$ writing about a limousine trip through Wesh\'oOd, C.ilifornia, \-.·a:- invadt:d by l\'\'11
figurts from An1erican literature: F<1. Mu Lan, the girl \':hu lak•:s ht•r f.1!ht•r's. place in battle, from f.1axine Hong Kingston's Tiu: YVomatt \'W1rrio1; and Gh·,1n Cuni;. the sod of lighters and writers, from Frank Chin's Gee, Pop! - .
Titls fact testifies to the existence of an· Asian American lite"rary tradition. Japanese Americans, for instance.. wrote plays in American concentration camps during \Vorld \\lar ll. Earlier, with the emergence of the railroads, caml' regular performances of Cantonese operas, featuring Gwan Cung. the adopted god of Chinese America.
CHARACTERS {all in early twenties) D~!e, ::~ t.m~ric:i~ cf Ckfr?!S! d!SCe!!t, scCO!!d ge!!!nHfrm.
Grace, his co1.1Si11, afirst~g,ncration Clii11csc Antcrica11. Steve. her jricnd, a Chinese nc-wcomcr ..
ScEt'C:
Tht back room of a small Cl1inest restaurant in Tarra1tcc, Califor11ia.
TIME
The year 1980. Act l. Scene 1. takes place i11 tJ" late aftfn1(11111. Act 1. Si.·fm• 2. is; a [e;;.• minutes tater. Acl ll ii; after dinner.
DtAN"ITIONS
chong you bing is.a type of Chinese". pancake, a Nortl1er11 Clii11es! aJ'pi•:i:.rr often mad\· toith dough a:td scallions, witli a consistency siniilar to tliat of pita bread. Cung Cung mtans -brandfather."
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Steve: l suggest you answer my question at once!J · .:.~:u :;; Grace:. And I suggest you grab a menu and start doing things for yourself,
Look, I'll get you one, even. How's that? · Steve: l want it from your mouth! Grace: Sorry. We don't keep 'em there.
30 Steve: If I say they are there, they are there. (He grabs her box.) .Grace: What-What're you doing? Give that back to me!
Tliey pt1rry around the table.
Steve: Aaaah! Now it's different, isn't it? No\'•' you're listening to nle. Grace: 'Scuse me, hut you really are an asshole, you know that? Who do
you think you are? Steve: What are you asking me? Who l an'? Grace: Yes. You take it easy \'lith that, hear? Steve: You ask who I am? Grace: One more second and l'm gonna call the cops. S.teve: Very well, I will tell yo~.
She picks up the p11'1nc. He slams it dou•u.
Steve: l said, !'ll tell you. 40 Grace: lf this is how you go around meeting people, l think it's pretty
screwec;i. · · Steve: Silence! lam Gwan Gung! God of warriors, writers, and prosti
tutes!
Pause.
Grace: Bullshit! Steve: What? Grace: Bullshit! Bull·shiH You are not Gwan Cung. And gimnle back my
box. Steve: lam Gwan Gung. Perhaps we should sec what you have in here. Grace: Don't open that! (Beal.) You don't look like Gwan Gung. Gwan
Gung is a warrior.
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Steve: I am a warrior! 1}
Grace: Yeah? Why are you so scrawny. then? You v'>"ouldn't last a day in ~~ battle: ,:; ili/
Steve: My credit! Many a larger man has been humiliated by the strength in one of my size. .!
so Grace: Tell me. then. Tell me, if you are Gwan Cung. Tell me of your · -j battles. Of one battle. Of Gwan Gung's favo.ritebattle. -l
Steve: .Very well. Here is a living memory; One day, Gwan Gung v.•oke ufi' -~: and saw the ring of fire around the sun and decided, "This is a goo~ day,
. ofrebeu1onanu1cuun6 ..... r··--r-- ~· -But planned slaughter required an order and restraint which soon be~ came tedious. So Gv .. an Gung decided a change ""as in order. He called for his tailor, v.•ho he as~ed to n'ake a beautiful blindfold of layered silk;-fine en'?ugh ~o be '"eigt-...tteas,.yet thick.enough to blind the wearer completely. The tailor complied, and soon produced a perfect piece of red sil~ exactly suited to Gv.•an Gung's demands. In gratitude, G\"an Gung stayed the tailor's execution sentence. lie then put on his blindw £old, pulled out his s"·ord, and began passing over the land, swiping at whatever got in his path. You see, G\van Gung figured there \\'as so much revenge an<i so mu_ch evil in those days that he cc.:tuld slay at· random and still stand a good chance of £u1filHng justice. This v.•orked very °"•ell, until his sv.-ord, in its blind fury, hit upon an old and irritable aton1 bomb.
Grace: Ha! Sonle Gv,•an Cung you arc! Son1c \\'arrior you an:! You ca;l't even protect a tiny box from the grasp of a \'\"OOllln! I lo\\' could you have shielded your big head in battle?
Steve: Shield! Shield! l still go to battle! Grace: Only your head goes to battle, 'caUSl' ot\IY your hi:ad is G\\'an
Gong. . ... :
Pause.
Steve: You rr.ade me think of you as a quiet listener. A good trick. \'Vhat is your name?
Grace: You can call me .. The Woman Who Has Dt!fcatc."d G\ ... ·an Gung." if that's really ,..,•ho you are.
Steve: Very wc11. But that name will change before long. Grace: That story you told-that wasn·t a G,van Cung s-t~~r)'. Steve: What-you think you know all of my adventures through stories?
All the books in the world coUldn't record the lHe of one man. let alone a god. No\ ... -do you serve bing?
EO Grace: 1 won the battle; you go look yourself. There. Steve: You working here? Grace: Part time. It's my father's place. rm also in school. Steve: School? University? Grace: Yeah. UCLA. Steve: Excellent. I have also come to America for school. Grace: \Vclt, '\\'hat use v;ou1d G'\'an Gung have for school? Steve: Wisdoffi. Wisdom makes a warrior stronger. Grace: Pretty good: 1£ you are G\'Van Gung, you're not the dumb jock 1
'n'as expecti~~;.i;;fl.t.?.J:::.•,..~_, learn about school, thoUgh.
- • .. --- -- ----------a------------· -"""t:Y shout my name while rushing into battle, or is it too sacred to be used in such ostentatious display?
Grace: Uh-no. S,teve: No-what? I didn't ask ·a "no"' question. Grace: What l mean is, neither. They don't do either of those. Steve: Not good. The name of Gv.ran Cung has been restricted for the use
. ofleaders only? · Grace: Uh-no. I think you better .sit down. Steve: This is very scandalous. How afe the peop1~ to take my strength?
Gwan Gung might as well not exist. for all they know. Grace: You got it. Steve: I got what? You seem to be having trouble making your ansy,.•ers fit
nl)' questions. so Grace: No, I think you're having trouble making your questions fit my
anS\\'Crs. Steve: What is this nonsense? Speak clearly, or don't speak at all. Grace: Speak dearly? Steve: r'es. Like a warrior. Grace: \'\'ell, you see, Gwan Cung, god of warriors, vvriters, and prosti
tutes, no one gives a wipe about you 'round here. You're dead.
Pause.
Steve.'= You . · .. you make me laugh. Grace: You died way back ... hell, no one even noticed when you
died-that's how bad off your PR was. You died and no one even missed <i. burp.
Steve: You .Jie! The name of Gwan Gung must be feared around the \\•orld-you jeopardize your health with such remarks. (Pause) Yocyou have-heard of me, l see. How can you say-?
Grace: Oh .. J just study it a i9t-Chinese American history,! mean. Steve: Ah. In the schools, in the universities, where new leaders are born,
they study my ways. . 90 Grace: Well, fifteen of us do.
Steve: Fifteen. Fifteen of the brightest. of the most promising? Grace: One wants to be a dental technician. Steve: A man studies Gwan Cung in order to clean teeth? Grace: There's also a middle~aged woman that's kinda bored with her
kids.
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Steve: I refuse-I rlon't believe you-your stories. You're just angry at n1e for treating you like a servant. You're trying to sap my faith. The · ·: ··-~ people-the people outside-they know me-they know the deeds of<.·"""{'
.Gwan Cung. ;} ·' Grace: Check it out yourself. ,.
Sttvt trits. Crace picks up th<' hor. Siu studi<'s it.
Grace: Fa Mu Lan sits and waits. She learns to be still \\•hile the en1perors, the dynasties, the foreign lands flow past, una\\·are of her slender form, thinking it a tree in the woods, a statue to a gtlddess long .abandoned by her people. But Fa Mu Lan, the Woman Warrior, ts not ashamed. She knows that the· one who can exist without movement while the ages pass is the one to whom no victory can be denied. It is training, to wait. And Fa Mu Lan, the Woman Warrior, must train, for she is no goddess, but girl-girl who takes her father's place in battle .. No goddess, but woman-warrior-woman (Siu: lJrc:ak:;. t11rc11lgl1 tlte u1rapping. reacl1es in. and pulls out a11ot11er bor, l1eau1i/11lly i11rapprd and ril1-boned.)-and ghost. (Sire puts tlie utit• box 1111 lite slu·lf. g(lt'f. t~ tlie /'lit•llt',
dials.) Hi, Dale? Hi, this is Grace _ .. Pretty good. l·{o\\' 'bout you? ... Good, good. Hey, listen. i'nl sorry to ask you al !ht• last ffiinutc and everything, but are you doing anything tonight? ... Are y0u sure? ... Oh, good. Would you like to go out ,.,•ith me and somt• of my friends? .. - . Just out to dinner, then maybe ,.,.e \.,•ere thinking of going to a movie or something _ - . Oh, good ... Arc you sure? ... Yeah, okay. Um, we're all going to n1eet at the restaurant ... No. our restaurant ... right-as soon as possible. Okay, good _ .. I'm really glad that you're coming. Sorry it's such $hort notice. Okf!Y· Bye. now . .. Huh? Frank? Oh, okay. (Pause) Hi, Frank ... Prell)• good ... Yeah? .•. No, I don't think so ... Yeah ... No. I'm sorry, l"d still rather not ... I don;t want to, okay? Do I have to be any clearer than that? ... You are not! _ .. You don't even kno ..... • v-+'ht>n they comeyou'd have to lie on those tracks for hours . _ . Forget it, <Jkay? ... Look. I'll get ypu a schedule so you can tim(> it properly . It's not a favor, damn it. Now goodbye! (Sile lia11g$ u11.} Jesus!
Suve enters.
Steve: Buncha weak boys, what do they know? One man-Chinaivlanwearing a leisure suit_:green~ I ask him, '"You kno\\' G\\·an Cung?"" He says, 'Hong Kong?" l say, 'No, no. Gwan Gung.' lie says. "Yeah. They got .:.ixty thousand people living on four acres. Went there last year." I say, "'No, no. Gwan Cung ... He says, "Ooooh! Gwan Cung?· I say, ·Yes, yes, Gwan Gung."" He says, '"I never been there before ...
tQl Grace: See? Even if you didn't die-v,.ho cares? Stt:ve: Another kid-blue jeans and a T·shirt-1 ask him, does he know
Gv.•an Cung? He says. he doesn't need it, he knO\\·s Jesus Christ. \Vhat • city is this now? Grace: Los Angeles. Steve: _This isn't th~ only place where a neh· Chin<:.~a.n. CT:::} . ...-;:1;.;, is it?
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Grace: Yeah. Steve: They could never be followers of Gwan Cung. All who follow me
must be loyal and righteous. Grace: Maybe you should try some other state. Steve: Huh? What you sayL _ • .
·no Grace: Never mind. You·n get used to it.....;.Hke the rest of us.
Pause. Steve begins laughing.
Steve: Y9u are a very clever woman: Grace: Just average. Steve: No. You do a good job to make it seem like Gwan Cung has no
followers here. At the university, what do you study?
Grace:· Journalism. Steve: Journalism-you are a v.•ritcr, then? Crace': Of a sort. Steve: Very good. You are close to Gv1o•an Gung's h~art. Grace: As close as rm gonna get. Steve: l would like to go out tonight with you.
120 Crace: I knew it. look, I've heard a lot of lines before, and yours is very
creative, but ... Steve: I will take you out. Grace: You will, huh? Steve: l do so because! find you worthy to be favored. Crace: You're starling to sound like any other guy now.
Steve: I'm sorry? Grace: Look-if you're going to have any kinds o! relationships with
women in this country, you better learn to gh·e us some respect.
Steve: R~spect? I give respect. Grace: The pushy, aggressive type is out, under!>tand? Ste~n~; Taking you out is among my highest tokens of respect.
130 Grace: Oh, c'rnon-they don't even say that in Hong Kong.
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Steve: You are being asked out by Gwan ·Cung! Grace: 1 tol~ you, yo~'re ~oo wimpy t? b~ Gwan Gung. And even if yoU;,;a.
v1ere. you d have to wait your turn 10 hne. .~: Steve: What? Grace: I already have something for tonight. J\.1y cousin and l are having.
dinner. Steve: You ~ould turn down Gwan Cung for your cousin?
Grace: Well. he has a X-1/9.
Pause.
·Steve: What ~as h4ppened? Grace: look-! tell you what. If you take both of us out, then it'll be .-.o;~
Grace: Fa Mu Lan stood in the center of the villa~e and turned round and round as the bits of finscrs, thi..• tips of toni.;ucs. the anns, the legs. the peeled skulls, the torn nlaidl.'"nhcads, all v .. hirlt.!"d by. She pulled the loOSP go\VO closer to her body. stepped over the torsos. in search of the one of her fan1ily \•:ho might still be alive. Reaching the house that was once her hon1e. crushing bones in her hastt.•, only to find the doorway CO\'ered \\'ith the stretched and dried skin of that \\·hich \vas once her father. Climbing through an open V•'indov .. ., noticing the shiny black thousand-day-old egg still floating in the shiny black sauce. Finding her sister tied spread-eagle on the mat. finding her 1nother in the basket in piec<>s, finding her brother nowhere. The Won1an Warrior went to the mirror. which had Stayed unbroken, and let her go\•.'n come loose and drop to the ground. She turned and studied the ideographs that had long ago been carved into the flesh of her young back ... Carved by her mother •. \ ... ·ho lay carved in the basket.
Dale enters, approaclii:s Grace.
She ran her fingers over the skin and felt the ridges \ .. ·here there had been pain.
"Dale is bcliiud Graci:.
Grace: But nO\\' they \'>'ere firm and hard.
Oak loud1cs Grace, wlio reacts by s11.1i11ging arou11d a11d kt1ocl:i11g l1im ro tilt ground. Only after lu is dou1n docs shr sec Iii~ face.
Grace: Dale! Shit~ I'm sorry. J didn't . ""D•le: (Groggy! Am I late?
. ;._ Grace: I didn't knov; it \\'as you, Dale. ·----~·.
Crace: I me~n. you should've yelled from the dining room. . ;) ,. Dale: Dangerous neighborhood, huh?. Grace: I'm so sorry. Really. · Dale: Yeah. Uh-where're your other friends? They on tlie floor around
here too? Grace: No. Uh-this is really bad, Dale. I'm really sorry.
t60 Dale; What?-you can't make it after all? Grace: No, I can make it. It's just that ... Dale: They can't make it? Okay, so it'O just be us. That's cool. Grace: Well, not quite us. Dale: Oh. Grace: See, what happened is-You know my friend Judy? Dale: Uh-no. Grace: Well, she was gonna come \<Jith us-v.•ilh n1c and this guy I know
-his name is ... Steve. Dale: Oh. he's with you, right? Crace: Well. sort of. So since she was gonna come, I thought you should
come too. 110 Dale: To even out the couples?
Grace: But now my friend Judy, she decided she had too n\uch \\'Ork to do, so ... oh, it's all messed up.
Dale: Well, that's okay. I can go home-or I can go with you, if this guy Steve doesn't mind. Where is he; .anyway?
Grace: I guess he's late. You know, he just canlc to this country. Dale: Oh yeah? How'd you meet him? Grace: At a Chinese dance at U.C.L.A. Dale: Hmmmm. Some of those FOBiq;et moving pretty fast.
Grace: He's okay. I don't know him that well. You know, I'm really sorry. Vale: liey, i said it as okay, Jesus, it's not like you hurt me or anything.
160 Grace: For that, too. Dale: Look.,--(He hits /iimsclf.! No pain! Grace:. What I meant was, I'm sorry tonight's got so messed up. Dale: Oh. it's okay. I wasn't doing anything anyway.
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Silence.
Dale: Hey, that Frank is a joke, huh? Grace: Yeah. He's kind of a pain. Dale: Yeah. Whal an asshole to call my friend.
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Dale: Dumb? He's dumb. He's doing it right now. Grace: Huh? Are you serious? Dale: Yeah. I'r.1 tempted to tie hin\ down so, for once in his life, he \-.•on't
screw something-t!p.· · Grace:' You're kidding! Dale: Huh? Yeah, sure I'n1 kidding. \\'ho \-.•ould I go bo\\'Jing \.\'ith? Grace: No, I mean about hin1 actually going out lhl'rl'-is that t'"ue? Dale: Yeah-he's iying there. You knO\\', right on Torran\'."C' Boulevard? Grace: Not Dale: Yeah!
2CO Grace: But \\•hat if a train really coines? Dale:'·! dunno. I guess he'll gel up. Grace: I don't believe it! Dale: Unles~ he's fallen as: :L'P by th.:it lin1e <1r sonH:thin~. Grace: He's crazy. Dale: \Vhich is a real possibility for Frank, ht."s sud\ a bt1fl' any\v;iy. Grace: He's \veird. Dale: No, he just thinks ht.>'s in love \\'ilh you. Grace: Is hi!'? Dale: I dunno. \'Ve'JI see , ... hen the train con1t.•.s. ·
%10 Grace: Do you think we should do SOi\lCthinb?
Dale: \Vhat?-You're not gonna fall fo; ... the tv .. erp. ;an: you? Grace: Welt no6 but . . . : Dale: He's stupid-and ugly, to boot. Grace: •.• but staying on the tracks is kinda dangerous. Dale: Let hi~. Teach him a lesson. Grace: You serious? Dale: (Moving closer to Grace) Not to fool ,-.·ith n1y cousin .
Ht slrokts lu:r hair-. Tiiey fre<'l<' in place. but Iii$ ~rm !"!!Hli::u;·;:. :1• ;>;r,1§.·,;. Sin'(·
tnltrs. oblivious of Dalt' and Grace, t,lto do not rt:$po11d to ltim. Ii<' :-praks 1(1 thr auditnct:' as if it ttit:'rt a panel €Jf.judgt•s ..
Steve: No! Please! Listen to me! This is fifth time I conle her~. I tell \•ou both ffiy parents.! tell you their parents, J tell you their parents• Parents and who was adopted great.:granduncle. I tell you how many beggars in home town and name of their blind dogs. I tell you number of steps from my front door to temple, to well, to governor house, to fields, to whorehouse. to fifth cousin inn, to eighth neighbor toiletyou ask only: What (or am I in whorehouse? I tell north. south, northeas1. southv.·est, v..·est, east, north·northeast. south-southv.·est. east~eastsouth-Why will you not let me enter in Anu~rica? I come here five fimes-J raise lifetime fortune live times. Five times, I first come here, you say to me I am illegal, you return me on boat to fathers and
very bad for China.
Pause; liglit sliift. Crace aud Dair become mobile arrd aware of Steve's presence. ;:ti~ . ..·(.\.~
Grace: Oh! Steve, this is Dale. my cousin. Dale, Steve. ·~ 220 Dale: Hey, pice to meet •..
Steve: (Now speaking uiitl1 Chinese acceui) Heiio. Thank you. i am fine.
Pause.
Dale: Uh, yeah. Me too. So, you just0
got here, huh? Whai'cha think?
Steve smiles and nods, Dale s11rifrs aud uods; Slct'f la11gl1s, Dale lauglis; Steve hit~·::;·~ .. •.:;" Dale ou the sl1ouldcr. Tl1cy lauglt s11me morr. Tl1ry $htp la11glii11g. . 1 ~1
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Dale: Oh. Uh-good. (Pause) Well, it looks like it's just gonna be the three of us, right? (fo Grace) Where you \\'«nna go? - ·:
Grace: l think Steve's already taken care of that. Right, Steve? ·.i
Steve: Excuse? :) Grace: You made reservations at a ;·l·sta.urant? Steve: Oh, reservations. YeS, yes. Dale: Oh, okay. That linlits the possibilities. Guess \,•e're going to China·= ./
town or something, right? . ~~· Grace: (fo Steve) \\'here is the restaurant? ·. 4 .:.~
230 Steve: Oh. The restaurant is a French restaurant. Los Angeles downtown'll Dale: Oh, we~re goi.ng to a Western place? (fo Grace) Are you sure he .\nij;
made reservations? .,\,j Grace: We'll see. !
Dale: Weil, I'll get my car. 1n
Grace: Okay. Steve: No! Dale: Huh? S:cve: Please-aHtiri ii•C to provide car. Dale: Oh. You wanna drive. Steve:. Yes. I have car.
__ 2-io Dale: Look-why don't you let me drive? You've got enough to do with~~· · · · ·vut ·..v'01rying about-you know-how to get around L.A .• read the sto,t>,
signs, a11 that. ·.:i .~ Steve: Please-allow me to provide car. No problem. •;d:~ Dale: Well, let's ask Grace, okay? (fo Grace) Grace,_who do you think':c,·;_
should drive? .:1 ~. Grace: I don't really carc:Why don't you t\'.'O figure it out? But let's .·\.
hurry. okay? We open pretty soon. .!..~: Dale: (fo Steve} Look-you had to pick the restaurant we're going to. so~'
the least 1 can do is drive. .!) Steve: Uh, your car-how many people sit in it?
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Grace: (To Steve) You want to sit in back? ,,. Steve: I sit-where?
Dale: Really big suitcases. Gr.ce: Back of his car. Steve: X-1/9? Aaaai-ya! Dale: X-1/9? Steve: No deal! Dale: How'd he know that? Ho'"\"d he know what 1 drive? Steve: Please. Use my car. ls •.. big. Da!e: Yeah? WeU, how much room you got? (Pause; slotocr} 1-io,"\·-big-your
car-is? Steve: Huh?
261 Dal~: Your car-how is big? Grace: HO\'V big is your car? Steve: Oh! You go see. Dale: 'Cause if it's. like. a Pinto O'" fOnlething, it's not lh~t 1nuch 01 a
difference. Steve: Big and black. Outside. Grace: Let's hurry. Dale: Sure, sure. (Exits.} Grace: What you up to, anyway? Steve: (Dropping acceut) Gwan Cung will not go into battle without equip
ment worthy of hi:s position. "" Grllce: Position? You came back,. didn't you? What does that make you?
m Dale: (EnttfingJ Okay. There's only one black car out there-Sttve: Black car is mine: Dalt: -and that's a Fleet...,·ood limo. Now, you're not gonna tell me that's
his. Stew: Cadillac. Cadillac is mine. Dale: Limousine .•. Limousine is yours? Stevt: Yes. yes. Limousine.
Pa1tSt.
t:. DRle; (To Grace) You wanna ride in that black thing? People \viii think .,., ~ ~ we're dead. .7'. Grace: It does have more room.
Di:ilc: Well, it has to. ii·s built for passengers who can't bend. ~::: Grau: And the driver is expensive. ;~•Dale: He could go home-save all that money. .\:; ·. Grace: Well, I don:t know. You decide.
~~_;.;"'.Dale: {To Stev~) Look, w~ take my car, savvy? 4. :, Steve: Please-drive my car. !;".,-:.
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Grace: Steve~s rather manufactures souvenirs in Hong Kong. TI~-~· Dale: (To St<ve) Oh, and that's how you n>anage that out there, huh?
from thousands of alufftinun1 Buddhas and stripteas~ pens. -~ ·.~::J''
Grace: Well, he can't drive and he has the money- · 290 Dale: (To Grace) I mean, wouldn't you just foci filthy?
Grace: ·-so it's easier for him. Dale: Getting out of a lin\tl in lht.! n1iddlc ur WcSl\'~OOd? People staring,
thinking \\'e'rc fron1 'SC? \Vould11'1 you fl•el like dirt? Grace: It dQcsn't n1atlcr citht.•r \vtiy to n1c. ·
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Dale: Where's your social con5cit•nc1..•? Grace: Look-I have an idt•a. \\.'hy dun't , ... c just stay hcr1..·. Steve: V..'e stay here tu l.'at? Grace: ~o one fron1 lhc n:staurant \\•ill both1..·r us, and \\'C can bring stuff
in from the kitchen. ~tevc: I ask you to go out. Dale: Look. Grace, I can't put ya out liki..• that.
300 Crace: n·o Dale') It's no prohk•1n. rL•Jll)'. Jt should bl' fun. <To Steve) Since
there are three of usDalc: Fun? Grace: (fo Stcuc) -it is easier to cat here. Dale: 110-...• can it be fun? Jl's cht•«pcr. Steve: Does not seem right. Grace: I mean, unless our rcstaur;int isn't nict• enough. Dale: No, no-that's not it. Steve: (Waiching Dale} No-this place, very nice. Grace: Are you sure? Dale: Yeah. Sure.
31ti Sfcvt!;· (Dit1'1) Ye-ah, Sure Dale: Do you have . . uh-those burrito things? Grace: Moo-Shoo? Dale: Yeah, that. Grace: Yeah. Dale: And black mushroon,s. Grace: Sure. Dale: And sea cucumber? Steve: Do you have biug?
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Grace: Yeah. Meet me in the kitchen. Dale: Are you sure your dad won't mind? Grace: \t\'hat? Dale: Cooking for us.
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' Dale: So, ho\\' dti vou like An1erica? Steve: Very nice.
)30 Dale: "Very nice: Good .. colorful Jiong Kong English. English-ho\\' much <Jf il ~'OU SOI dtl\VO, aO)'\'\'ay? •
Steve: Pleasl' repeat? Dale: En~lish-you sp1..•,1k ho\-.· 111uch? Steve: Oh-\·l.'ry little. Dale: <P1111::t'J You i~·i..•l likc..• you're- an Anlcric;u1? Dnn·t ti..•11 nte. Lenun1..· · guess. Your falhL•r. (Ht switclits iulo a uu11.·k 1-loug Kon$ ncce11t.} Your
fad·dah tink h(' sending you here so you get Y?' J\1 .. B.A ... den go back and covuh da \\·orld \\'it' trink('ts and beads. Di\'ersify. Franchise. Sell-ah-I h1ng Kung X·Ray glasses at lt1urist shop at Buckinghanl Palace. You kno\,•-ah-""Sec- da Queen"? (Su1itclu:s luJck) He"s hoping your An,crican cducati~n·s gonna create an empire of defective goods and breakable n1erchandise. Like those.little cameras v.•ith the slides inside? J bought one af Disneyland oncc and it ended up having pictures of I long Kung in it. You know how shiuy it is to expect the tl.1agic Kingdon1 and \\·ind up with the skyline of Kowloon? Part o{ your dad's plan, I'm sure. But you're gonna double-cross him. Coming to .A~merica, you're gonna jump the bOat. You .. re gonna decide you like us. Yeahyou're gonna lik(' having fifteen theaters in three blocks, you're gonna like \Vest 1;011y,,·ood and Nev.·port Beach. You're gonna decide ~o become an American. Yeah, don't deny it-it happens to the best of us. You can'i hoid out-you~re no different. You v.•on't even know irs coming before it has you. Before you're trying real hard to be just like the rest of us-go dinner .. go movi~ .. go motel, bang-bang. And when your father \\•rites you that do-it~yourself acupuncture sales are down, you'll thro\'' that letler in the basket and burn it in your brain. And you'll \-\.'rile that you're gonna live in Monterey Park a fev.• year's before going back home-and you'll get your green card-:-and yoµ'U build up a nice little stockbroker's business and have a ·fe\v American Rids before vour dad realizes , .. ·hat's happened and dies, his hopes reduced io a fe,;. chattering teeth and a pack of pornographic playing cards. Yeah-great !rungs come 10 lhe U.S. out of Hong Kong. ·
Steve: ll..iglit:. a cigan:tte, blou.1s sn1okc:, standsJ Such as your parents?
Steve lur11~ c111 tlir muSic. ez/ts. Blackout.
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carrying d jar of hot sauct. Sltvc secs lier. . .;_{~: .- .....
Steve: (fo Grace) After eating, you like to go dance? . -Dale: (face in bowl) No, thanks. l think we'd be conspicuous.
Steve: (fo Grace) Like to go dance? Grace: Perhaps. We will sec.
340 Dale: (fo Steve) Wait a minute. l1old on. l·low can you just ... ? l'm here, too, you kno\v. Don't forget I exist just ·~uz )'OU can't understand
me. Steve: Please repeat? Dale: I get better com1nunication from my fish. Look. v.•e go see movie.
Three here. Sec? One, t\..,.o, three. Three can see movie. Only h·\'O can
dance. Steve: (To Grace) I ask you to go dance. Grace: Trtie, but ... Dale: (To Grace) That would really be a scrcv • ., you kno'""'? You invite me
down here, you don't have anyone for n1e lo go out ,..,ith, but you de~
cide to go dancing. Grace: Da'le, I understand.
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Dale: U~derstand? That \-vould really be a sere\"'· (fo Stct1c) Look, if you wanna dance, go find yourself some nice FOB partner. ..'~'.!;..~
\Steve: 'FOB'? Has what meaning? 'I" ·Grace: Da:!e . . . ·;: · _-:,
3SO ~ale: F-0-B. Fresh Off the Boat. FOB. :;· . '~ . .... rr.cc: .. Dale, I agree. .:; ; Dale: See, we both agree. (To Gracej He's a pretty prime example, isn't he? ,·Wj-:
All those--foreign students- .··~~!:·· Grace: I mean, I agree about going dancing. . .:·~. Dale: -go swinuning in their underwear and everything-\.Vhat? .:·f~ ·. Grace: <To Sievej Pi ease un<let·stand. This is not th~ right time fer d:ancLr:g .. : ;i;;
Sieve: Okay. Dale: 'Okay." It's okay when she says it's okay. Steve: (fo Dale) 'Fresh Off Boat' has what meaning?
Pause.
Dale: (fo Grace) Did you ever hear about Dad his first year in the tJ.S.? 360 Crace: Dale, he wants to know ...
Dale: Well, Cung Cung was pretty rich back then, so Dad must've been a. pretty disgusting .•. one, too. You know, his first year here, he spenq like, thirteen thousand dollars. And that was back 'round 1950. ,.
Grace: Well, Mom never got anything. Steve: FOB means what?
Grace: And ?\1om starved . Dale: Couidn't hold dO\\'n a job. Wasn't used to taking orders from any-
one. Grace: Mom \\'as used to taking orders fron1 everyone . SteUe: Please explain this meaning. DalC: Got fired from job after job. Something iike fifteen in a year. lie'd
just \-valk in the front door and out the back, pra,!ically.
110 Grace: Well, al least he had a choice of doors. Al h.·ast he..• "'as educated. Steve: (fo D11f4') Excuse! · Dale: Huh? Grace: lie \Vas educated. 1-fere. In An,erica. VVhen ~1u1n carne over, she
couldn't quit just 'cause she '"'as n\ad at her en1pk,yer. It "'as \\'Ork or starve.
Dale: \Vctl, Dad had son\l~ pretty lousy jobs, too. Steve: ni.) Dalt') Explain, please! Grace: Do you knO\\' "·hat it's like to \\'Ork eight)' h(lurs a ,,·c..•c..•k just to
feed yi>ur:>clf? Date: nv you? Steve: Dale! Dale: (To Ste't'('} lt 1neans you. You kn<.HV ho\"'· i( you go h1 a fish store or
something, thl."y ha\•e the stuff that just came in that day? \Vel~. so have you.
»J Steve: l do not understand. Dale: Forget it. That's part of what makes you one.
Pause.
Steve: (Picking ~p hol sauce, to DtilcJ Hot. You wanl son1c?
Pause.
Dale: Well, yeah. Okay. Sure.
Slet•e put!> liot sau(e on Oak's food.
Dale: .Hey, isn't that kinda a lot? Grace: See, Steve·s family comes £rorn Shanghai. Dale: Hmmmm. Well, I'll try it
He takes a gulp. puts down his food.
Grace: l think perhaps that \vas too much for him. Dale: No. · . Grace: Want some '"'a{er?
;'."'Dale: Yes.
-. , -~ ,~- -·· -. ... v.. .. Y'""i;;• ~ur:,.1 ructang savage. Don't.·'.~ you ever worry about your intestines falling out? . ·\ .·?!:: Grace enters. givts water to Dalt. Steve sits sJiocktd.
Dale: Thanks. FOBs can eat anything, huh? They're specially trained. lielps maintain the characteristic greasy look.
Steve. cautiously. bcgi11s tct Cllf hisf<1od • •
: Dale: What-? Look, Grace, ht''s eating thaH He's amazing! A freak! What a cannibal!
Grace: (faking Dnlr's plate) \.Vant nH! to throw yours out? Dale: (Snatchiug it back) 1-iuh? Nu. No, I can eat it.
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Dale' and StC'11r Marr at c·u:--h 11//ur 11cn1:::: t/11· tablr. 111 u11is1111. tlicy 11kk up as large it glol1 of fflad as possible, stuff it i11ta their mi•uths. They coug/1 and C'hoke. They rest. repeat tl1r face-off a ~eco11tl timi·. Tliry n1ntin11r i11 silrut pairr. Grace, who has been watclti11g this, 5/1-(Dks ta 11$.. ·
Grace: Yeah. It's tough trying to live in Chinatoh·n. But it's tough trying ---.. to live in Torrance, too. It's true-. I don't like being alone. You know, r:;n.··
· 'wh'Cii Mom could finally bring n\'.J to the U.S., l was already ten. But I k~_,~· never studied my English very ha':·d in Taiwafl, so I got moved back to'.: Qtt,. :·~ the second grade-. There were a few Chinese 8irls in the fourth grade~:'l .i. · -.· but they were A_merican-born, so they wouldn't even talk to me. They'd ~. ~·
just stay with themselves and compare how much clothes they alt had, : ·:·- · and make fun of the \Vay \\'e all talked. I figured! had a better chance ~ of getting in with the \vhite kids than with them, so in junior high I · ·i~i~t started bleaching my hair and hanging out at the beach-you know, ,;=-~. Chinese hair looks pretty lousy when you bleach it. After a while, I ::z:.,~: knew .what beilch was gonna be good on any given day, and! cou!d teH ···~ who was comi 1g just by his van. BUt the American-born Chinese, it ...... didn't matter t 1 thei:n. They just giggled and went to their own dances. ·«•: Until my senior year in high school-that's how long i! took for me to . ~ get over this whole thing. One night l took Dad's car and drove on .. (J _ _i'T' Hollywood Boulevard, all the way from downtown lo Beverly Hills,,.:;~; then back on Sunset. I was looking and listening-all the time with th~j; window down, just so I'd feel like I was part of the city. And that Fri- ··~ day, it was-I guess-I said, Tm lonely. And I don't like it. I don't like
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being alone: And that was all. As soon as l said it, .1 felt all of the .{ breeze-it was really cool on my face-and t heard all of the radio......:.'J,. and the music sounded r.-.'al:y good, you kno,,•? So I drove home. .::~
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Stet•c and Grace $fare at each other, a$ Lights Fade ta Black.
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Dale: I an1 n1uch better nO\\'. (Single $J10l 011 Dalt') I go out no'"· Lots. J can. any, .. ·ay. Son11."lin1t's J don't ask anyone, so I dun't go out. But I could. (Pau!'C) I an1 n1uch bctlt-r no\\'. I have friends !lO\\'. Lots. Tht.•\• drive Porsche Carrt"r.1s. \Veil, one dt.lt'S. lie has a house up in the liolly\\'O(Jd Hills •vh1..•r1..• I c.1n stand and look doh'n on !ht' lihhts of L.A. [ gu1..•ss I ha\'l'n't r!:.11 ly bc:l'n tht•rt• ye!. But I could t.•,1sily so. I'd just h,1v1..• tu <1sk. (PaN:>C) l\1y parl'nts-they don't know nothing ahoul lht• \\•orld, about \\'atching Gen~un at fht• Roxy. about ordering hc.r;; d'oc•u.t•n·:-. .ii S1..-.1n· dia's, dO\\'nshifting onlo the Vc-ntura Fre1.'\\"'Y at 1nidnight. Tht.•y'rt• yt.>I~ lo\'' hhos!s and tht'y'vt' trit'd to cage n1c up '''ilh Chint•s1..•·n1..·ss h'ht•n all the tinl(' \\'t' \\'t.'rt.• in An1t.'r,ica. (Ptlll:'t•) So, I'vt• had hi \\'Ork n'.al h,1rdreal hard-tu llc n1ysclf. To not be a Chinest>, a y1.•llo''" a slant, a gook. To be just a human bt.•ing, like everyond? else, (Pause) I've paid n1y dues. And that's why I am much better now. I'm making it. you kno"'·? I'm making it in America.
A napkin is throu.•n in front of Dale's fan: f ram dglii. As; it pa$!'-e$, lite ligltts go up. Tile napkin falls c111 what we rccC1g11ize a$ tile di1111cr talilt' from 11ie ln$1 ::;n·11('. \Ve arc· in t/11"
back fllOm, Di1111rr is Ot'(r. Strr,•e has t11row11 flu: 11af'ki11 fntr11 u•lie'r1· Iii· i:: ~;itti11$_ it1 /ii$
chair. Dair is s;fandiug upstage of Ilic ta life and lu:d i1tr11 talki11g t11 Su;.•('.
Du.le; So, iook, \\•ill you just not be so ... Couldn't vou just be a little more ... ? I mean, v.·e don't have to do all this .. • . You know \'/hat's gonna happen to us tomorrow 'morning? (He burps.} What kinda diarrhea ... ? Look, maybe if you could just be a little- more Git gropes.) normal. liere-stand up.
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Dale: Don't srnile like that. Okay. You ever see Saturday Nigllt Fcticr? Steve: Oh. Saturdav . .. Dale: Yeah. · Sieve: Oh. Saturday Night Fe tier. Disco. Dale: That's it. Okay. You know . Steve: J~~i: Tra\'olta.
{)ale: Yeah, right. Ike Gl'l'S. But '''hilt 1 m<.'an is . Steve: You like Bee Gees? /)t1lt•: I dunno. Thry·rl' t1k.1y Ju~l !->l.1nd ,, lillh• nHlrt• li\..t• hi1n, t'ou knu·,\·
Stell<': I hl•lil'\'t' Bl'l' Gt'l'S t•t•ry good. /)air: Y(',1h. Listl'n. Steve: You St'l' rnovit· n.1ntt.• o( [)ale: \Viii ynu lislt•n for .1 st•c? Strut•: . , GrctJ~1·? l)n/e: Jiuld on!
20 Ste11e: Also Be1..• Gl•c.-s. /)11/1•: l'n1 tryin,.; lo ht•lp ruu~ Stevr: Also juhn Tr.1vufta? /)all': 1'1n tryinh tn f;<..'l you nonnal! Stet1l': And-Olivt•r juhn-Nt•\-.'llHl. /Ja/c: \\'ILL YOU SllUT UI'? I'M TRYING TO I IEU' YOU! l'M TRY·
ING ... SIC't:e: Very gou<l!. /hllc: ... TO MAKE YOU LIKE JOI IN TRAVOt:rA!
Dair grabs Stn1(' l1.11 lhc arm. Pa11$t'. 51<'1•1' coldly lou1rl;s Va/r's Juu11fs away. Dair picls Uf' rlu· las.t of tlu· Jirt_ydfr.ftl':> flJI tJu talifr and backs i11tn tile ki1c11en. Graci: i:nti:rs from lhr kitcl1cn u1ith the box u1rapped in Act I. Siu· sits ,in a d1air and goes ouer thi: wroppiflR, her back tctStet1C'. Ill" gets up a11d betirts lo go for 01( box. almoJ.t ri:ar:hing lier. Sh< tur11s around sud111'11ly. llu1r1xl1, at 11•l1ich p11ir1t hr dri:111s to tl1r ffoor and prrtcnds to be looki11gfor snmctl1i11g. She tl1et1 turns. flack front, and l1r rrsumes liis llttrmpt. }list as he reDd1rs tllr kitrl1r11 do11r, Dair e11Ur!-1i'itl1 a wrt spr'lngr.
Dale: ([o Stc:ve} Oh, you finally tvilling to help? I already brought in all the dishes, you kno\' ... liere-\..,ipc the tabll'.
Dale giucs sponge to Stcv!". rrlurns to kitcluri. Steve throws tlu sponge on the floor, sits back at lablr. Grace turns around, srcs spo11ge on 1/1( floor, picks it up, and goes to u1ipe Ille tabk. She firings Ille bnx wit II lier at1d liofds it in orie l1a11d.
Grace: Look-you~v"! been wanting this for some time nov.·. Okay. Here. I'll give it .to you. (She puts ii 01; the table.) A v.•etcome to this country. You don't have to fight for it-I'll give it to you instead.
Pause; Sutic pu!-lies tht box off tlie table.
JO Grace: Okay. Your choice.
Grace u.iipes tht table.
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Gmcc: 1'11 do it. Dale: I ;isk,.>d hirn to do it. He's usell'ss~ {()ale 1.:~1':' 1111· :'fl1•11\'•
Grace: Yo1.1 hav~ lo understand . Dale: Ooooh! Niel' and clean!
~Grace: ..• ht.>"s not used to this. Dale: "Look! I can see n1yself!" Grace': Look, I cttn do this. Really.
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Dale: lil•re-nU\\' you do. (Dale /on·,·:: 51<·11,··:: lia11d t•11t11 t/11• :;111111.~t.) Good. Ver\' good. No\\·, nlo\·l· it around. (/)ai•t' /1•a1I::: Stt'i'1 .. :' 111111,fJ Oh. vou lear·n ':-at fast. G•:t green c.1rd. no tinH.' .:-:!;;it, hudt.h· ·
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Dale: Uh-uh-uh. You nlust do it yol1rst'IL Con\t'. Tht·n.:-1h1\\· J\tt.•:>n't th.H Olilk1: you ft..•t•I proud?
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Dale: Jesus! I'd trade hin1 in for a vacuunl cleaner any d.1y. Grace: You shouldn't humiliate hinl like that.
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Dale: \'\'hat hunliliale? I asked him to \\'ipe the iable. that'$ all. Grace: See, he's different. He probably has a lot of Sl'rv,1nts at home. Dale: Big deal. tic's in America, no\..,, lie'd better le.1rn lo \\·nrk.
so Grace: lie's rich, you kno"•'. Dale: So v.•hat? They all arc. Rich FOBs. Grace: Dec:; ~h<lt include me? Dale: Huh?
Grace: Does that include me? Am~ one of your .. rich FOBs"? Dille: What? Grace, c'mon, that's ridiculous. You're not rich. I mean,
you're no't poor. but you·re 'not rich either. I mean, you'rl' not a FOB. FOBs are dlf(ercnt. You've been over here mos: of your life. You'\'e had ti.me to lhaw out. You've thawed out really well, and, besides-you're my cousin.
Dale str(lkC's Cracr's liair, D11d tl1ry fr(rzc as lir/Clre. Stct•r. mra11wf1ik, lias almCl::t impt:r(tpti'1ly Prg1u1 to clean witlr his !>pongr. Hr speaks tCl thr audir11fr- A~(/ sprakiug witlt ltis .family.
Steve: Yes. I will go to America. "Mei Guo." (Pause. Hr begins working.) The "4tite ghosts came into the harbor toda)'· They promis<.'d that they \\'Ou id
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HH••o• -··- •• ····- o·--· --·- ··--- ··-- -----·- -·- r-- -- .. ···- ---·--·•-.., ho\'\" the land is so rich that pieces of gold lie on the road, and the worker-devils consider them too insignificant even to bend down for. They told of a land \Vhere there are no storms, no snow, but s~.nshine and warmth all year round, where a man could live out in the open and feel not ~ven discomfort from the nature aruund him-a \Y-Orker's paradise. A land of gold, a mountain of \vealth, a land in \vhich a man can make his fortune and grow \vithout wrinkles into an old age. And the white ghosts arc providing rrce passage both v.•ays. (Pause) All we need to do is sign a worker's contract. (J>a11$r} Yes, 1 an1 going to America.
At tlli!' poi11l, Gr11t't" aud Vak lirn•mr 11J11l1ifr, /1111 t-till fiJi/ to IJC'ar Slc11c. Gract' picks 1111 Ilic liox.
-c;.n..:se of its pro111iSl'$. l a1n gt1ing to (ollut,· thl' \,·hite ghosts because of their promisl'S.
Dale: ls this for n1c? 60 Stcv!': Because they promised! Thl')' pr<lnlisL•d'. AND LOOK! YOU
PROMISED! THIS JS SHIT! ITS NOT TRUE. f)Jz/c: n·aki11g tl1r liox) L(•fs S('t' \'1.·hnt's insidl'. i~ that nk.ay? Sieve: (Sliovcs Dale lo tire- ground and takes the- liox.) IT IS NOT! (Wit/1 ac-
cent) THIS IS MINE! Dale: Well, what kind of shit is that? Steve: She gave this to n1e. Dale: What kind of ... we're not at your place. We're not in Hong Kong,
you know. Look-look all around you-you sec shit on the sidewalks? Steve: ThiS'is mine! Dale: You see armies of rice-bov,.l haircuts? Steve: She gave this to me! Dale: People here have their flies zipped up-see?
10 Steve: You should not look in it. ~~' Dale: So we're not in Hong Kong. And I'm not one of your servant boys.: ~~:
that you can knock around-that you got by trading in a pack of porno- ~-graphic playing cards-that you probably deal out to your friends. '.'• ·· You're in America, understand? .. :::.::.
Steve: Quiet! Do you know who lam? ~;f Dale: Yeah-you're a FOB. You~re a rich FOB in th~ U.3. But you better .;$:~·
-. ... atch y.oursclf. 'Cause you can be sent back. ~};'!;': Steve: Shvt up! Do you knO\"¥' \'{ho I am? .. ;_.-· Dale: You can be sent back, you knovJ-just like that. 'Cause you're a guest .:~
here. understand? ~?iX Steve: (fo Grace) Tell him v.·ho lam. ~1: Dale: I know who he is-:'"heir to a fortune in junk merchandise. Big deal.~-· ·· ..
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Grace: You kno\'' it's not like that. ., Steve: Toll him!
Dale: Huh?
Grace: A!! the stuff about rice bo\,•ls and-zippers-have you ever bcl!n there~ Dale? ·
/)air: \'\\•11, )'r,1h. Once. \\'hc.•n I \\'.lS h.•n .. Grae<': \V,•11, it's changed ol lot. Dale: Rcn1t.•nlbi..>r t;l'lting heat rashes.
Grae!': Pl'opk• .-in.' dressing really ,..-ell nov.·-and the \-.•h'oll• place.~ has bt•· conu: rt•idly stylish-\\·cll, CL'rtainly not C'\·t?rybody. bul thl' peopll· ,,·hu are '''l'll·off l'nt1u~h to Sl•nd thl•ir kid~ lo :\111l•ri(.1n colll'gl":>.-th(·y·rl' reallr kintia cl.1~sy.
Dair: Y(•,1h. Grace': Snn it!.
Dair: You llll.',lll, likt.• hi1n. So "-'h<ll? It's 1.-.1sy tl1 bl.• classy \Vhen you·n· ric·h. w Grace: All l'rn saying is ..
Dnle: J lt.·11. I Ctluld do th.11. Grace: I luh? Dair: I C'nuld l'l' d.1ssy. hio. if I \\·,1s rich. Grae<·: You are' rkh. Dale: No. Jusl uppcr·nliddle. f\.1aybe. Gracr: Compared to us, you're rich.
Do.le: No. nut rl'ally. And l'Specially not conlparcd to hin\. lll'sidl's, '''hen I '"'as born '''e \\'ere still poor.
Grace: \VclJ, you're rich now. Dale: US{'d to get one Life Saver a day.
100 Grace: That"s all? One Life Sa,·er?
Dale: Well, I mean,. that's not all I lived on. \Ve got normal food, too. Grace: i kno'"'• but ... Dale: Not like we were living in cardboard boxes or anything. Grace: AH I'm saying is that the people who are coming in now-a lot of
them are different-they're already real \\lesternized. They don't act like they're fresh off the boat.
Dale: Maybe. Bui !hey're still FOBs. Steue: Tell him \,·ho I am! Dale: Any\vay, real nice dinner, Grace. I really enjoyed it. Grace: Thank you. Steve: Okav! I , .. ·ill tell m\'self.
t10 Dale: Go t~ll yourself-j~~t don't bother us. Grace: (Standing. to Stet1e) \\'hat \\·ould you like to do no\\·? Steve: Huh? Grace: You \\'anted tO go out after dinner? Steve: Yes, yes. \\'ego out
him to return? What time? Steve; (Looks at /tis watc/1) Seven-five. Dale: No-not what tin1e is it. What time you tell him to return?
120 Steve: Scven·fivc. Go see. · ·
Dale exits tltrougll kitchc:11.
Steve: (Na accenl) VVhy \..,.ouldn't you tell him who! am? . Crace: Can G\,•an Cung die?
Pause.
· · :>1"·u~. i~o \<tarrior can dcfc,1t G\-.•an Gung. Grace: Docs G\ .... an Cung fear ghosts? Stttte: Gv.:an Cung (car:i no ghosts. Grace: Ghosts of warriors? Stct1c: No warrior ghosts. Grace: Ghosts that avenge? Sttrit: No avenging ghosts.
130 Grace: Ghosts forced into t•xilc? Stcv<': No ~xilcd ghosts. Crt1ce: Ghosts that wait?
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Steve: (Quietly) May I ... take you out tonight? Maybe not tonight, but some other time? Another time? (He strokes her hair.) What has happened'?.
Dale: (EnlcriugJ I cannot believe it ... (He secs tl1en1.) What do you think you're doing? (He grabs Steve's l1a11d. To Steve) What ... I step out for one second and you just go and-hell, you FOBs are sneaky. No won· der they check you so close at Immigration. ·
Crace: Dale, I can reatly take care of myself. Dale: Yeah?.What was'his hand doing, then? Crace: Stroking my hair.
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Dale: Okay. Time's up. 1.co Grace: Was the car out there? .·.::
- -----this sound like/the roar of death and this big black shado\V scrapes up beside me. l cc:iuld not believe it!
Steve: Car return--seven-five.
Dale: And \\'hen I asked him-l asked the driver, \Vhat tinle he"d bt!en told to return. And he just looks at rne and says ... No\v."
Steve: \Ve go.out? Dale: \'1.'h.it's going on here? What is this? Steve: Time to go. Dale: No! Nut till you cxpl.1in \vhat's going on. Steve: ([11 Grnct) You no\v v.•ant to dance? Dale: (f(1 Grace) Do you understand this? Was this coincidl•nt·t.'?
150 Steve: <Di11t1) J am told good things of American discos. Dale: (Dillt>) You and hint just \-.·anna go off by yourselves? Steve: f hc.1r of Dillon·s. Dale: Is thal it? Steve: You h1.•.1r tii l)ilh1n's? Dale: It's okay. y(1t1 kno\-.·. Steve: In \\'1!$1\\'0od.
Dale: I don'! mind. Steve: ThH.'t:-four s!ories. Dale: Rt•aily.
He lakes tltt: othcr lw11d. From lllis 11oi11t ou. almo!>t uruwtieralily, 1Jic ligl1ts l•<"s;i11 fodim.
Grace: Okay! That's enough! (Slie pulls away.) That's enough! l hav~ to make all the decisions around here, don't I? When I leave it up to you two, the only place we go is i"n circles.
Dale: Well ... Steve: No, I affi suggesting place to go. Grace: Look. Dale, \vhen I asked you here, what did I say we i-vere going
to do?
Dale: Uh-dinner and a movie-or something. But it \'I/as a different -...,·e: then.
Grace: Jt doesn't matter. That's \.,·hat \\'e're going to do. "'Dale: I'll drive.
Steve: 1'.1v car-can·tak~ us to movie.
Grace: I lhink v..•e better not drive at all. We'll stay right here. <Siie removes. Stct1c's tie.} Do you remember this?
Gra~c takes Ille tic, wral's ii around Dale's face like a blindfold.
Dale: Grace, what are you ... ? Grace: (fo Steve) Do you remember this? Dale: I already told you. I don't need a closer look or nothing. Steve: Yes .
100 Steve: You Want tne to sit here? Dale: Grace~ is he understanding you? Grace: liavc you ever played Group Story? Steve: Yes, I have played that. Dale: There-then.~ he goes again! Grace. I'm gonna take
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Grace: (Sto11pi11g hi111) Dale, listen or yuu v.•on't understand. Dale: But hO\V" con1e hr':;; understanding? Grae(': Uccausc he's listl·ning. Dale: But ... Grace: Now, let's play Group Sto;y.
1so Dale: Not again. Grace, that's only good when you're stoned. Grace: \'\'ho wants to start? Steve; you know the rules? Steve: Yes-I understand. Dale: See, we're talking normal speed-and he still understood. Grace: Dale. would you like to sta_:t?
By this timc. llu~ lighls have dimmcd, ll1rowing shadows on lhf stagt. Grace will strike ·~~ two pots togctl1cr to indicate cad1 speaker change and the rilual will gradr.sally lake ~\"'. on clcrru:nls of Cl1i11csc opera. ·;
Uh, once upon a time ... there were ... three bears-Grace, this is ridiculous!
Grace: Tell a story. ~~-Dale: .. ·. three bears and tliey each had ... cancer of the lymph -~f!flt,.-
nodes. Uh-and they were very sad. So the baby bear said, Tll go to)·~ the new Cedar Sinai Flospital \..,here they may have a cure for this fataE 1 illness.'" ·'"'\( :"
Grace: But the new Cedar Sinai Hospital happened to be lwo thousand ~,;. miles av.•av-i'l.r:.r!"'SS the ocean. · .. ·~
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011 oy aiugai:ors-are tnere alligators in the Pacific Ocean?-Oh, vve11. So he ended up having to go for a leg and a cure for malignant cancer of the lymph nodes.
Grace: Whe:l he arrived there, he came face to face \"vith_.:. Steve: With Gv.•a!J. Cung, god. cf..war-Rors, writers, and prostitutes. /)ale: And Cwan Cung looked at the bear and said .. ,
·Grace: ... strongly and with spirit ... Steve: "One~legged bear, v:hat are you doing on my lar1:d? You are f ron1
America .. are you not?'" · /)ale: And the bear said, 'Yes. Yes: Grace: And G\\'"an Gung replied .. Steve: (Getting up} By stepping forward, S\-.rord dra\,'fl, ready to \\'Ound.
not kill. not end it so soon. To draw it out, play it, launt it, n\ake it feel like a dog.
Dale: \Vhich ~s probabl)\rather closely related to tht• bear. 210 Grace: G\,•an Gungsaid.:::_ ·
Steve: "\'\'hen I came to America, did you lick n1y \\'Ounds? \Vht•n I can1e Jo America, did you cure my s:-:kness?'"
Dale: And just a$ G\van Cung was about to strike-Grace: There arrived Fa f\1u Lan, the Woman \\'arrior. (Sitt $la11d$, fact'!<
Stet1e. Fro111 l1crc 01z'i11, strikiug pots togctl1l'r is 1101 lf(Cd(d.) ·c\,·an Cung: Sieve: "What do you \Yant? Don't ir\terfere! Don't forget, l have gone be
fore you into battle m~ny times." \ Dale: But Fa Mu Lan seemed not to hear Gwan Gung's warning. She
stood bet Ween him and the bear, drawing out her o-...·n s\'.•ord . Grace: "'You \-',.'ill learn l cannot forget. l don't forget. G'van Cung. Spare
the bear and! v-.-i!! present gifts.'"' Steve: 'Very well. He is hardly worth killing: Dale: And the bear hopped off. Fa Mu Lan pulled a parcel from beneath
her gown. /Siie removes Dale's bli11dfold.i Dale: She oulled out two Heros.
"' Grace: 'Thisis for you: (She hands blindfold to Stwc.) Steve: "'What is that? .. Dale: She shov.:ed him a· beautfful piece of red silk. thick enough to be
opaque, yet so' light, he barely felt it in his hands. Grace:. "'Do you remember this?" Steve:'. 'Why, yes. I used this silk for sport one day. How did you get hold
of it?"
Dale: Then she presented him with a second item. It ""'as a fabric-thick and dried and brittle.
Grace: "Do you remember this?· Steve: (Turning au1ayJ "'No. no. I've never seen this before in my life. This
has nothing to do with n;ie. What is it-a dragon skin?· Dale: Fa Mu Lan handed it to Cwan Cung. Grace: "'Never mind. Use it-as a tablecloth. As a favor to me:
D;l~:-Th~t-~lgh!, Gwan Gung h;d a large banquet, at which there was plenty, even for the slaves. But Fa Mu Lan ate nothing. She waited until midnight, till Gwan Gung and the gods were full of wine and empty of sense. Sneaking behind him, she pulled out the tablecloth, waving it abOve ·her head.
Grace: (Ripping Ilic tal:leclot/1 from t/lc table/ 'Gwan Gung, you foolish boy. This thing you have used ton!-ght as a tablecloth-it is the stretched and dried skins of my fathers. My fathers. whom you slew-for sport! And you have been eating their sins-you ate them!'"
Steve: 'No. I was blindfolded. I did not know: Dale; Fa Mu Lan waved the skin before Gwan Gong's face. It smelled
suddenly of death. Grace: "'Remember the day you played? Remember? Well, eat that day,
Gv.,•an Cung.· Strvr: "( an1 not respunsibh.•. No. No:
Grace throws m1c cut! of t11t' la/1fcdot1110 Oak. wlio catcl1cs it. Togctlu:r. tlicy become like Stct>r's 11ar<'1tl$. They clwsc liim a/111111 1h1· $tagc, wavi11g the tablt:clot11 like a nrt
Dale: Yes! Gr11cc: Yes! Steve: No!
240 Dale: ·You must~ Grace: Go! Steve: Where? Dale: To America! Grace: To work! Steve: Why? Dale: Because! Grace: We need! Steve: No! Dale: Why?
Dale: (f!lr11i11;: do;cn~tase f.uddcnly) What ... ? Steve: I HAVE CO>!E TO THIS LAND TO STUDY! Dale: Grace ... Steve TO STUDY THE ARTS OF WAR, OF LITERATURE, OF
RIGHTEOUSNESS! ~Dale: A n\Ovie's fine.
Steve: l FOUGHT THE WARS OF THE THREE K4NGDOMS! Dale: An ordinary movie, let's go. Steve: I FOUGHT \\'!TH THE FIRST PIONEERS, THE FIRST WARRIORS
THAT CHOSE TO FOLLOW THE WHITE GHOSTS TO THIS LAND! D&lle: Yo!.! ~an pl~k ok~y? Steve: I WAS THEIR HERO, THEIR LEADER, THEIR FIRE! Dtde: I'll even let him drive, how·~ that? Steve: AND THIS LAND IS MINE! IT HAS NO RIGHT TO TREAT ME
THIS WAY! GuicC: No. Gv.•an Cung, you have no rights. Steve: Who's speaking?
~Grace: (£11ters with a da dao and mao, two su.1ords) lt is Fa Mu Lan. You an· in a nC\\' land, Gv .. an Gung.
Sll't1e: Not ne\\·-~I have been here before, many times. This lime. I said I ""'ill have it easy. I .,...jll come as no China Man before-on a plane, \Vilh monev and rank.
Gru.ce: ·And?
Steve: And-there is no change. I am still treated like this! This land . has no right.I_ AM GWAN CUNG! -·· _ .. ~---- ·
Steve: (To Dale) You! How can you-? I came over with your parents. · · --·-<;:;cc (Turning to Steve) We are in America. And we have a battle to fight.
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She tosses tltc da dao to Steve. They square off.
Steve: I don't want to fight you. Grace: You killed my family.
300 Steve: You were revcnge0-1 ate your father's sins. Grace: That's not revenge!
Swords strikr.
Grace: That \vas only.the tease.
Strike.
Grace: \\/hat's the point in dying if you don't know the cause of your dca1h?
SrriC's of strik£'s. Sl<'VC faffs.
Dale: Okay! That's it! "j j\~·.
Gracc stands oucr Steve. her sword pointed at his heart. Dalt snatches the sword . ··~ ~~(rji from lier l1ands. $lie docs not move. ';~~!·
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Dale: jcsusl Enough is enough!
Dale takes St~uc's sword; lit: afso does not react.
Dai'e: \Vhal the hell kind of movie was that? '~)
Dalt lurns l1is back on tht couplt. htads for tht bathroom-storage room. Grace u.ses.l .,_i lier now-i11visiblc sword lo thrust in and out ofSttvc's htart onct. · .-':!i. !;,
........ Dale: That's it..Game's over .. Now just sit dow~ he:e. Breath~. One. Two .. ~ r;j}
One. Two. Air. Good stuff. Glad they made it. R1gh~ cousin? ::. ',';· ' .. ;0
Dale sti-okcs Grace's llair. Tllty frttzt. Sttvt rists slowly to his kntts and dtlivtrs IZ. .·:·: •"J .. \,
mo11olog11c lo the auditnct. ·: "'··~: ... r;~··
Steve: Ssssh! Please, miss! Please-quiet! I will not hurt you, I promise. ·~:~· All I want is ... food ... anything. You look full of plenty. l have";Jj not eaten almost one week nov.•, but four days past when l found one;tG,-;; egg and I ate every piece of it-including shell. Every piece, late. oci :fti
"' - - ~ --· -·····-· ..... ,""' & «..GIUIUl. n.u \VOrK was done, then the bosses said they could not send us back. And l am run-ning, running from Eureka, running from San Francisco. running from Los Angeles. And I been eating very little. One egg, only. (Pause) All America wants ChinaMen go home. but no one want it bad enough to pay·our way. Now, please, can't you give even little? (Pause) I ask yob, what you hate most? VJhat work most awfui for white v.•oman? (Pau$1!) Good. I will do that thing for you-you can give me food. (Pa11s.d Think-you relax, you are given those things., clean. dry. press. No scrub, no dry. It is wonderful thing I offer you. (Pau!<) Good. Gh·l' "''-' those and please bring food. or I be done before these things.
Crace sh•ps '"''EY from Dale u1il/1 liC1x.
Grace: 1-lcrl?-J've brought you something. ($l1r l:a11ds. lth11 tlrc• l1ox.J Opl'O it.
He lirsitatt•s. th('IJ d11i•t-, a11d lakes Qut a smafl chong yt1u bing.
llO Grace: Eat it.
Hr dort-, s/Qwfy al first, tlir11 rauc11011sly.
Grace: Good. Eat it all down. Jt's just food. Really. Feel bt..•tll'r no\-.·? Gtllld.
Eat the bing. Hold it in your hands. Your hands ... are beautiful. Lift it to your mouth. Your mouth ..• is beautiful. Bite it with your teeth. Your teeth ... are beautiful. Crush it with your tongue. Your tongue ... is beautiful. Slide it down your throat. Your throat ... is beautiful.
Steve: Our hands are beautiful.
She holds hers ntxl to his.
Grace: What do you see? Steve: I see ... I see the hands of warriors. Grace: Warriors? What of gods then? Steve: There are no gods that travll. Only warriors travel. (Silcuce) \Aloufd
you like go dance? Grace: Yeah. Okay. Sure.
They start la lcaue. Dale speaks softly.
Dale: \\Tell, if you want to be alone . , .
Grace: I think we would, Dale. Is that okay? (Pause) Thanks for cun1ing over. I'm sorry things got so screwed up.
~Dale: Oh-uh-that's okay. The evening was real ... different. anyway. Grace: Yeah. Maybe you can take Frank off the tracks no,r?