THE FIRST ACT
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his emphasis depends. This word always seems to wake him up for an instant. Once it is spoken, however, he relapses into semi-somnolence for the remainder of his remarks. At heart, he is genial and kindly enough, quite the American counterpart of the French village curé.]
Father McKee
Hello, Joe.
Joe
Hello there, Padre. What do you think?
Father McKee
Looks to me like a bawdy house.
Joe
It’s goin’ to be some festa. . . . Lily Cups! What do you know about that for style?
Father McKee
Where’s Tony?
Joe
[Nods toward the door of the bedroom]: In there gettin’ dolled up. Hey, there, bridegroom! The Padre’s out here.
