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ROSE Caroline, look at Mr. Gellman’s shirt! He must’ve left a quarter in the front breast pocket. You must’ve iron 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 Of course you’re not a… CAROLINE I don’t want your husband’s money! ROSE Oh, it’s not your fault about the quarter! CAROLINE I got a load of laundry left 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’ve “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. Stop bothering me with it. You need anything else? You need anything anything anything else? ROSE Now wait a second— CAROLINE I got to iron now, iron now, iron now, it cramp in here and there’s not air so please get out so my arm can swing with this hot iron and not hit nobody. [Thanks to Michael for lyrics] Back to main page: Caroline, or Change Lyrics
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