美国英语 8 You‘re Going to Be Fine 早日康复

ACT 1

Philip: Molly, I need your special talent for handling special matters.

Molly: Like what special matters?

Philip: Well, I have a scheduling problem.

Molly: Yes?

Philip: I have three tonsillectomies set for Friday with Dr. Earl.

Molly: Yes?

Philip: I need to fit a fourth operation into his schedule. And… I know you can do it.

Molly: Who’s the patient?

Philip: Carl Herrera. The boy has infected tonsils, and we should remove them as soon as possible.

Molly: Well, I’ll try to arrange the schedule, Dr. Stewart. But it’s not going to be easy.

Philip: I know you’ll be able to take care of it.

Molly shakes her head and laughs.

Philip: Well, Mrs. Herrera, Carl will be perfectly fine after we remove his tonsils.

Mother: Thank you for your reassurance, Dr. Stewart. He’s had so many colds and sore throats recently.

Philip: Well, it’s a very easy operation, Carl. You won’t feel a thing.

Carl: But when do they do it?

Philip: This Friday.

Carl: But Saturday’s my birthday.

Philip: Well, we could reschedule the operation, Mrs. Herrera, but I don’t want to put it off too long.

Mother: No, I think it’s important to do it now. We can have a birthday party for you, Carl, when you come out of the hospital.

Carl: But it won’t be on my birthday.

Mother: But your health is more important, Carl, believe me.

Carl: I don’t want my tonsils out.

Philip: Nurse Baker, would you come in, please?

Molly: Hello, Mrs. Herrera. Hi, Carl, how you doing?

Carl: I don’t want my tonsils out.

Molly: Come with me, Carl. You and I will talk this over.

Mother: She has a special way with kids.

Philip: She sure does.

Molly: Carl, does your throat hurt?

Carl: Yes.

Molly: Ok. Do you want to get better?

Carl: Yes.

Molly: Ok. We want you to get better, too. You’ll have your tonsils out tomorrow, and you won’t get so many colds anymore.

Carl: But if I have my tonsils out tomorrow, I’ll miss my birthday party on Saturday.

Molly: I know. It’s a problem, isn’t it? Let me try to work something out.

Carl: What?

Molly: I have to think about it.

Carl: You’re fooling me.

Molly: Oh, I’m not, Carl. Give me a chance to think about it, and I’ll come up with something.

Carl: A surprise?

Molly: Maybe. But you just put on your pajamas and robe, and I’ll think of a surprise.

Carl: Will it hurt?

Molly: No, There are other boys and girls here, and they’re having their tonsils out. You’ll meet them .

Carl: I don’t want to.

Molly: Change your clothes, Carl. Everything will be just fine.

ACT 2

Molly: OK. Do you know how to play charades?

Molly: Frank, you’ve never played charades?

Frank: Nope.

Molly: Carl, you’re sure you’re never played? Carl shakes his head.

Molly: Ok, Betty, Tim, and Frank. We’re going to play charades. Frank, you can learn as we go. And, Carl, you join in at any time. OK, let me think. OK, I’ve got one. All right.
**She pretended to hold an old-fashioned camera in her left hand

and turning the handle with her right hand.**

Betty: A movie! A movie!

Molly: Right. A movie. OK. She counts to six on her fingers.

Tim: Six words. It has six words.

Frank: That’s easy. I can play.

Molly: Good. OK. We’ve got a movie. The title…

Betty: Six words.

Molly: Right. First word…She pulls her ear.

Betty: Sounds like.

Tim: Sounds like…

Molly: You got that part right. Yes. pulling her ear Sounds like… She shakes her head no. Sounds like what?

Frank: Sounds like no.

Molly: Absolutely right, Frank. Sounds like no. OK. We’ve got a movie. Six words. The first word sounds like no.

Frank: Row. Row.

Tim: Go.

Molly: Nope.

Tim: Show. That’s it-show.

Molly: NO…OK… She acts out the word snow with her fingers.

Betty: Snow.

Molly: Absolutely right,

Betty. Sounds like no - snow. OK, a movie. Six words. The first word is snow.

Frank: This is fun.

Molly: Oh, OK. She holds up five fingers.

Betty: The fifth word.

Molly: Right, fifth word. She holds up seven fingers.

Tim: Seven?

Molly: Absolutely right. Very good. The fifth word is seven. OK, we’ve got a movie. The first word is snow. Fifth word, seven.

Betty: I got it!! I got it!

Frank: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Betty: I got it.

Frank: I got it.

Molly: Frank, you got it. Betty, you had it, but you didn’t say it.

Tim: I knew it.

Molly: Carl, now you know charades. Why don’t you join us?

Carl: I don’t like charades. It’s for babies.

Molly: Oh, I like it.

Carl: Well, they’re babies.

Betty: You’re a sore loser.

Tim: Yeah.

Molly: No arguing. Save you voices. Between now and tomorrow you’re all going to have your tonsils out. And you won’t be able to speak for a while. So save your voices till then.

Philip: Hi, gang. Hi, everybody. Well, what’s going on?

Molly: I sure am glad to see you, Dr. Stewart. This is a rough group.

Carl: I didn’t want to play charades, so they’re angry at me.

Philip: Why don’t you want to play?

Carl: Because I don’t want to be here. I don’t want my tonsils out.

Philip: Why not?

Carl: Because my birthday is tomorrow. My mother promised me a birthday party with a clown.

Molly: But you can have one when you go home, Carl.

Carl: But my birthday is tomorrow.

Philip: I’m sorry, Carl.

Molly: Carl, you’ll have your party when you go home.

Carl: But it won’t be on my birthday! And you promised me a surprise.

ACT 3

Molly: It hurts, doesn’t it? Betty nods her head yes.

Molly: You’ll feel better tomorrow, Betty, believe me. Only one day, and it won’t hurt as much. Do you feel like eating? Having some dinner? Oh, don’t look so sad. Let me tell you about your dinner. It’s ice cream. Betty smiles.

Molly: Ice cream. All kinds of flavors. Chocolate? Betty shakes her head no.

Molly: Strawberry? Betty nods yes.

Molly: Vanilla? Betty nods yes again.

Molly: Vanilla, too? Betty smiles. I see you’re feeling better already, Betty. So you will have dinner? Betty agrees she will.

Molly: OK, honey, we’ll see to it that you have strawberry and vanilla ice cream. Just rest now. You need some rest to help you get better quickly. Hi, Frank. How you doing? Oh, come on now. You’re a big boy. It doesn’t hurt that much, does it? Oh, I’m sorry it hurts so much, and you won’t be able to have dinner. You’re just going to have ice cream. Yes, ice cream. Lots of flavors. Want to hear them? Frank nods his head yes.

Molly: Chocolate? Frank loves chocolate, and he smiles.

Molly: Then chocolate it is. One scoop or two? Frank holds up three fingers.

Molly: Three scoops? Frank nods.

Molly: Then three it will be.

She walks over to Tim, and he holds up three fingers.

Molly: You want three scoops also? Tim nods.

Molly: Chocolate, too? Tim nods.

Molly: Well, I see you’re feeling better. Tim shakes his head no.

Molly: Well, at least you’re acting like you feel better. Three scoops of chocolate ice cream for Tim coming up.

Molly: Hi, Carl. How you doing? I know it hurts. But it’ll be better tomorrow. In the meantime, what would you like?

Carl: Surprise.

Molly: A surprise? I promised you a surprise, didn’t I? And it wasn’t just ice cream, was it? Your birthday is tomorrow, isn’t it? He nods.

Molly: Well, maybe, just maybe, there will be surprise. But first you have to smile. I just want to see one smile from you. No smile, no surprise. That’s the deal. No smile, no surprise. If you want a surprise, then you’ve got to smile first. Carl finally smiles.

Molly: How you all doing? Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better because we have a little surprise for you today. It’s Carl’s birthday, and we have Popo the Clown to entertain you. And here he is – Popo the Clown.

Philip: Happy birthday, Carl. Happy birthday. All right, everybody. OK, Carl. It’s your birthday. What’s your wish? What would you like?

Carl pulls his ear. Then he points to his nose.

Philip: Hmm?

Molly: You want to play charades?