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bobby:
well, to begin with, i come from this quasi-middle-upper or upper-middle cl-ss, family-type-home. i could never figure out which but it was real boring. i mean, we had money – but no taste. you know the kind of house – astroturf on the patio? anyway my mother had a lot of card parties and was one of the foremost bridge cheaters in america. my father worked for this big corporation. they used to send him out into the field a lot – to drink. better that than to find him lying on his office floor… but he was okay… i was the strange one.

zach:
how strange?

bobby:
real, real strange. i used to love to give garage recitals. bizarre recitals. this one time i was doing frankenstein as a musicale and i spray-painted this kid silver – all over. they had to rush him to the hospital. ’cause he had that thing when your pores can’t breathe… he lived ’cause luckily i didn’t paint the soles of his feet. and… (he goes into pantomime)

richie:
and…
what if i’m next?
what if i’m next?
what am i gonna do?
i haven’t got a clue.
i gotta think of something.
what does he want?
what does he want?
stories from the past.
i better find one fast.

maggie, greg, bebe, richie, val, paul
what should i say?
what can i tell him?

bobby:
(out of pantomime, spoken) as i got older i kept getting stranger and stranger, i to go down to this busy intersection near my house rush hour and direct traffic. i just wanted to see if anybody’d notice me. that’s when i started breaking people’s houses — oh, i didn’t steal anything –just re-arrange their furniture. and… (he goes into pantomime)

val:
and…
orphan at three,
orphan at three.
mother and dad both gone.
raised by a sweet ex-con.
tied up and d at seven.
seriously!
seriously!
nothing too!
i’d better keep it clean

don, connie, sheila, richie, val, diana:
what should i say?
what can i tell him?

bobby:
(out of pantomime, spoken) school? you wanna hear about school? i went to p.s… see, i was the kind of kid that was always getting slammed into lockers and stuff like that. not only by students — by the teachers too. oh and i d sports, d sports. and sports were very big. i mean, it was jock city, but i didn’t make one team. see i couldn’t catch a ball if it had elmer’s glue on it. and didn’t my father have to be this big ex-football hero, he was so humiliated, he didn’t know what to tell his friends. so he told ’em all i had polio. on father’s day i’d to limp for him. (he demonstrates) and… (he goes into pantomime)

judy:
and…
god, i’m a wreck.
god, i’m a wreck.
i don’t know where to start.
i’m gonna fall apart.
where are my childhood memories?
who were the boys?
what were my toys?
gone beyond recall!
and why am i so tall!
what should i say?

val, richie, maggie, connie, judy, diana, mike
what can i tell him?

judy:
and…

connie and maggie:
and…

richie
and…

val and diana:
and…

bobby
(out of pantomime, spoken) and my mother kept saying: “if you don’t stop setting your brother on fire, we’re going to have to send you away.” and i was always thinking up these spectacular ways how to. but then i realized — to in buffalo is redundant!

- a chorus line

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