Angels in America

Angels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes is a two-part play by American playwright Tony Kushner. The work won numerous awards, including the Pulitzer Prize for Drama, the Tony Award for Best Play, and the Drama Desk Award for Outstanding Play. Part one of the play premiered in 1991 and its Broadway opening was in 1993. The play is a complex, often metaphorical, and at times symbolic examination of AIDS and homosexuality in America in the 1980s. Certain major and minor characters are supernatural beings (angels) or deceased persons (ghosts). The play contains multiple roles for several of the actors. Initially and primarily focusing on a gay couple in Manhattan, the play also has several other storylines, some of which occasionally intersect. The two parts of the play are separately presentable and entitled Millennium Approaches and Perestroika, respectively. The play has been adapted into an HBO 2003 miniseries of the same title. The Seattle Times listed the series as among "Best of the filmed AIDS portrayals" on the occasion of the 25th anniversary of AIDS.

Year:
2003
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[Hannah Pitt approaches a Homeless Woman]

Hannah Pitt:
Excuse me. I said excuse me. Can you tell me where I am? Is this Brooklyn? Do you know a Pineapple Street or is there some train or bus I...? [sets down bags exaustedly]

Hannah Pitt:
I'm lost. I just arrived from Salt Lake City. [beet] Utah? I took the bus I was told to take and I got off... well it was the very last stop so I had to get off and I asked the driver was this Brooklyn and he nodded yes. But he was from one of those foreign countries where they think it's good manners to nod at everything, even if you don't know what it is you're nodding at. In truth I think he spoke no English at all... which I think would make him ineligible for employment on public transportation, you know with the public being English-speaking... mostly. Do you speak English.

Homeless Woman:
[nods yes]

Hannah Pitt:
Well I was supposed to be met at the airport by my son and he didn't show. And I don't wait more than three and three quarters hours for anyone, so I should have been more patient... I guess. But is this...

Homeless Woman:
Bronx.

Hannah Pitt:
[confused] Is that The Bronx? How in the name of Heaven did I get to The Bronx? When that drive...

Homeless Woman:
-slurp... slurp... will you stop that disgusting slurping, you disgusting slurping animal, feeding yourself. What would it matter to yourself or anyone if you just stop feeding and DIED!

Hannah Pitt:
Can you just tell me...

Homeless Woman:
Why was the Koziuscko Bridge named after a Po-lack?

Hanna:
I don't know what you're talking ab...

Homeless Woman:
It was a joke.

Hanna:
Well what's the punch line?

Homeless Woman:
I don't know.

Hanna:
Oh for Petes' sake! [to the street] Is there anyone who can tell me...

Homeless Woman:
[yelling to no one in particular] Stand further off you fat loathsome whore, you can't have any more of this soup slurp slurp slurp you animal, and I know you'll just go pee it all away and where will you do that behind what bush! It's f***ing cold out here and I- [gulp]... not right because I'm supposed to live in a tunnel. [to Hannah] You're not very funny. Have you read the propecies of Nostradomus?

Hannah Pitt:
Who?

Homeless Woman:
Some guy I once went out with somewhere. Nostradomus... prophet... outcast... eyes like scary shit, he would...

Hannah Pitt:
Shut up! Please stop jabbering for one minute and pull your wits together and tell me how to get to Brooklyn, because you know and you're going to tell me because there is no one else around to tell me and I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm very, very angry. So I'm sorry that you're psychotic but just make an effort. Pull yourself together and take a deep breath.

[Homeless Woman stares dumbfounded at Hannah]

Hannah Pitt:
Do it!

Homeless Woman:
[stuggles to take in a breath]

Hannah Pitt:
Good. Now exale. [blows air out of her mouth]

Homeless Woman:
[Tries to mimic Hannah's exhaling with mixed results]

Hannah Pitt:
Now tell me how to get to Brooklyn.

Homeless Woman:
Hmmm... don't know.

[Hannah slumps defeatedly]

Homeless Woman:
Want some soup?

Hannah Pitt:
Manhattan? I don't suppose you know the address of the Mormon Visitor Center.

Homeless Woman:
65th and Broadway.

Hannah Pitt:
How do you know that?

Homeless Woman:
I go there all the time. Free movies. Boring, but you can stay all day.

Hannah Pitt:
Well how can I get there?

Homeless Woman:
Take the D train. Next block take a right.

Hannah Pitt:
Thank you.

[Hannah picks up her bags and starts walking away. Homeless Woman dumps out the rest of her soup and throws the empty container in to a bin, startling Hannah]

Homeless Woman:
In the new century, I think we will all be insane.

[Hannah hurries away as fast as she can]

Harper Pitt:
I wish I could go traveling. Things aren't right with me.

[ Harper opens cabinet door in bathroom to remove pill container. She closes the door which reveals Mr. Lie's reflection in the mirror. She gasps. ]

Mr. Lies:
Cash, check, or credit card?

Harper Pitt:
You startled me.

Mr. Lies:
Cash, check, or...

Harper Pitt:
I remember you. You're from Salt Lake. You sold us the plane tickets when we flew here. What are you doing in Brooklyn?

Mr. Lies:
You said you wanted to travel.

Harper Pitt:
How thoughtful!

Mr. Lies:
Mr. Lies of the International Order of Travel Agents. We mobilize the globe. We set people adrift. We are adepts of motion, acolytes of the flocks. Cash, check, or credit card, name your destination.

Harper Pitt:
Antartica, maybe? I want to see the hole in the ozone. I heard on the radio...

Mr. Lies:
We'll arrange a guided tour. Now?

Harper Pitt:
Soon, maybe soon. I'm not safe here, you see. Weird stuff happens.

Mr. Lies:
Like?

Harper Pitt:
Like you, for instance. Just appearing. Or last week. Well, nevermind. People are like planets, you need a thick skin. Joe stays away and now, well look, my dreams are talking back to me.

Mr. Lies:
The price of rootlessness, motion sickness. Only cure, keep moving.

Harper Pitt:
I'm undecided. I feel that something's going to give. It's 1985... fifteen years to the third millennium. Maybe Christ will come again or maybe the troubles will and the end will come. And the sky will collapse and there'll be terrible rain and showers of poison light. Or maybe my life is really fine... maybe Joe loves me and I'm only crazy thinking otherwise. Or maybe not. Maybe it's even worse than I know. Maybe I want to know, maybe I don't. The suspense, Mr. Lies, it's killing me.

Mr. Lies:
I suggest a vacation.

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