A Tale Of Two Cities On Crack (1/2)
Hello, everyone. I'm reading A Tale of Two Cities for school and stayed up until eleven last night writing this. I'll do part two when we get to the end of the book.
Part One: Recalled to Life
I. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. England has highwaymen-messengers, while France has the Woodman of Fate and the Farmer of Death.
II. Mr. Lorry: Business! Dover mail business!
Tom: Some bloke was recalled to life.
Jerry: Blimey.
III. Mr. Lorry: Lucie, your father was in the Bastille. But he’s alive.
Lucie: Gasp!
IV. Wine: *pours in streets*
Everybody: *dances*
Wine: *vanishes*
Everybody: *is miserable again*
Madame Defarge: I’m KNITTING!
Jacques: C’mon, Lorry, let’s see the prisoner.
Lorry: …have you been showing him to other people named Jacques?
Jacques: Maybe.
V. Dr. Manette: I am One Hundred and Five, North Tower. Look, shoes.
Lucie: Oh, my dear!
Dr. Manette: You’re like my wife, but younger!
Part Two: The Golden Thread
I. Mrs. Cruncher: Hail Mary, full of-
Cruncher: *shoves* I’m going to go get rust on my hands.
Cruncher Jr.: But how does Daddy do that? How?
II. Charles: I’m on trial!
Lucie: Gasp!
Sydney: *throws paper* I look like him, unfortunately.
Stryker: Take that, prosecution! They’re spies!
The Good Guys: Joy! *go home*
Sydney: Lucky bastard that got stared at by Lucie…
III. Stryker/Sydney: *drink*
Stryker: How about that pretty witness girl?
Sydney: I’m not hopelessly in love with her. *drinks*
Stryker: I never said you were.
Sydney: Well, I’m not. *drinks* She’s a golden-haired doll.
Stryker: Sure…
IV. Monseigneur: I have chocolate! Go away, Monsieur de Marquis.
Marquis: *storms off* *runs over poor boy*
Madame Defarge: I’m still knitting, you haughty bastard.
V. Marquis: Hi, noble nephew.
Charles: Hi, uncle.
Marquis: Being noble is fun, isn’t it?
Charles: Actually, no. It may be good for us, but it tortures everyone else.
Marquis: Bah, philosopher! Good night!
Madame Defarge: My husband kills you! And I’m STILL knitting!
VI. Charles: Doctor, I’m madly in love with your daughter.
Dr. Manette: That’s okay.
Charles: Really? Great! And I’m secretly the Marquis de-
Dr. Sssh!
VII. Stryker: Carton, I think I’m going to marry Lucie.
Sydney: *drinks*
Stryker: You’re okay with this, right? ‘Cause-
Sydney: I’m not hopelessly in love with her! Why would I have a problem with your marriage? *drinks*
Stryker: Really?
Sydney: *drinks*
VIII. Stryker: Hey, Lorry. I’m gonna marry Miss Manette.
Lorry: *slaps* She has feelings! Do you think you can just waltz over and marry her?
Stryker: Well, yes. I’m awesome.
Black Screen: *is raised*
Stryker: …She was always a heartless golden-haired doll, you know that?
IX. Sydney: Okay, fine! I’m hopelessly in love with you!
Lucie: Oh! Oh, my.
Sydney: And I know I’m a broken jackal worth less than your tears. And I’ll only get worse.
Lucie: Oh, don’t say that!
Sydney: It’s true, and it’s fine. At least I can know that for the briefest while I did something sort of noble. It’s not like I sacrificed my life for you, although I wish I could. *kisses her hand and goes*
Lucie: *weeps* Oh, the foreshadowing! It’s so painful!
Part One: Recalled to Life
I. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. England has highwaymen-messengers, while France has the Woodman of Fate and the Farmer of Death.
II. Mr. Lorry: Business! Dover mail business!
Tom: Some bloke was recalled to life.
Jerry: Blimey.
III. Mr. Lorry: Lucie, your father was in the Bastille. But he’s alive.
Lucie: Gasp!
IV. Wine: *pours in streets*
Everybody: *dances*
Wine: *vanishes*
Everybody: *is miserable again*
Madame Defarge: I’m KNITTING!
Jacques: C’mon, Lorry, let’s see the prisoner.
Lorry: …have you been showing him to other people named Jacques?
Jacques: Maybe.
V. Dr. Manette: I am One Hundred and Five, North Tower. Look, shoes.
Lucie: Oh, my dear!
Dr. Manette: You’re like my wife, but younger!
Part Two: The Golden Thread
I. Mrs. Cruncher: Hail Mary, full of-
Cruncher: *shoves* I’m going to go get rust on my hands.
Cruncher Jr.: But how does Daddy do that? How?
II. Charles: I’m on trial!
Lucie: Gasp!
Sydney: *throws paper* I look like him, unfortunately.
Stryker: Take that, prosecution! They’re spies!
The Good Guys: Joy! *go home*
Sydney: Lucky bastard that got stared at by Lucie…
III. Stryker/Sydney: *drink*
Stryker: How about that pretty witness girl?
Sydney: I’m not hopelessly in love with her. *drinks*
Stryker: I never said you were.
Sydney: Well, I’m not. *drinks* She’s a golden-haired doll.
Stryker: Sure…
IV. Monseigneur: I have chocolate! Go away, Monsieur de Marquis.
Marquis: *storms off* *runs over poor boy*
Madame Defarge: I’m still knitting, you haughty bastard.
V. Marquis: Hi, noble nephew.
Charles: Hi, uncle.
Marquis: Being noble is fun, isn’t it?
Charles: Actually, no. It may be good for us, but it tortures everyone else.
Marquis: Bah, philosopher! Good night!
Madame Defarge: My husband kills you! And I’m STILL knitting!
VI. Charles: Doctor, I’m madly in love with your daughter.
Dr. Manette: That’s okay.
Charles: Really? Great! And I’m secretly the Marquis de-
Dr. Sssh!
VII. Stryker: Carton, I think I’m going to marry Lucie.
Sydney: *drinks*
Stryker: You’re okay with this, right? ‘Cause-
Sydney: I’m not hopelessly in love with her! Why would I have a problem with your marriage? *drinks*
Stryker: Really?
Sydney: *drinks*
VIII. Stryker: Hey, Lorry. I’m gonna marry Miss Manette.
Lorry: *slaps* She has feelings! Do you think you can just waltz over and marry her?
Stryker: Well, yes. I’m awesome.
Black Screen: *is raised*
Stryker: …She was always a heartless golden-haired doll, you know that?
IX. Sydney: Okay, fine! I’m hopelessly in love with you!
Lucie: Oh! Oh, my.
Sydney: And I know I’m a broken jackal worth less than your tears. And I’ll only get worse.
Lucie: Oh, don’t say that!
Sydney: It’s true, and it’s fine. At least I can know that for the briefest while I did something sort of noble. It’s not like I sacrificed my life for you, although I wish I could. *kisses her hand and goes*
Lucie: *weeps* Oh, the foreshadowing! It’s so painful!