You Were Perfectly Fine by Dorothy Parker
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishAccents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Oh dear. The young man said as he eased himself carefully into the low chair. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. The clear eyed girl sitting light and erect on the couch, smiled brightly at him. Not feeling so well. Are we today? She said, oh, I'm feeling great. He said caulking. I am. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Do you think maybe a drink would make you feel better? She said the hair of the master that bit me. He said, oh, no, thank you. Please never speak of anything like that again. Tell me was I very terrible last night, you were fine. She said, don't be so foolish about it. Everybody was crazy about you. The major hotel was a little worried because you wouldn't stop singing, but he really didn't mind. So I sang, he said, there must have been a treat. I sang, don't you remember? She said, you just sang one song after another and everybody in the place was listening. They loved it. Did I eat any dinner? He said, oh, not a thing. She said every time the waiter would offer you something, you'd give it right back to him. And what happened then after my overwhelming success with the waiter, why? Nothing much? She said there was that nasty stretch of ice on the sidewalk and you did sit down awfully hard. You poor dear. But good heavens that might have happened to anybody. Oh, sure. He said so I fell down on the sidewalk. That could explain why the matter with my. Yes, I see. Then what if you don't mind? Oh, now Peter, she said you can't sit there and say you don't remember what happened after that. But you were so serious from the time you fell down. I never knew you to be, be that way. Oh, Peter, I just couldn't bear it if you didn't remember that lovely long ride we took together in the taxi. Oh, please, you do remember that, don't you? I think it would simply kill me if you didn't. Oh, yes. He said writing in the taxi. Oh, yes, sure. Pretty long ride. Oh, you said such lovely, lovely things she said, and I've never known all this time how you've been feeling about me and I never dared to let you see how I felt about you. And then last night, oh, Peter, dear, think that taxi ride was the most important thing that ever happened to us in our lives. Yes. He said, I guess it must have been honestly, he said, I don't see how you could ever want to speak to me again after I made such a fool of myself last night. I think I'd better go join a monastery in Tibet. You crazy idiot. She said as if I could ever let you go away. Now, stop talking like that. You were perfectly fine. You poor boy. It's a shame. You feel so awful. I'll go make you a whiskey and soda. She jumped up from the couch, kissed him quickly on the forehead and ran out of the room. The pale young man looked after her and shook his head long and slowly then dropped it in his damp and trembling hands. Oh dear. He said, oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear.