Mornin', Lawyer, lookin' for somebody?
Porgy live here, don't he?
He sho' do, right over there's his room.
Here, Porgy, here's Lawyer Frazier to see you.
Ain't that Crown's Bess in yo' room?
No, sir, she ain't, she's Porgy's Bess..
Ah ha, ah ha, Porgy's Bess, eh? Den I guess she'll be
Ef de woman livin' wid you now, she got to have divorce
from Crown or else it ain't legal.
(Takes doccument and shows it to Porgy)
How much dat t'ing cost?
One dollar. Dat is, if there ain' no complication.
Bess, you likes to have divorce?
What you think, Porgy?
I'm agoin' to buy you a divorce.
(Hands Frazier money)
Wait a minute, it ain't legal yet.
Lord, Lord, listen what she say.
Dat girl's thirty if she's a day!
You desire to be divorce from dat man Crown?
Sho' she do, sho' she do,
Yes suh, yes suh, sho' she do!
I'm askin' you.
Yes, boss, dat's true.
Address the court a "Yo' honor."
Yes, yo' honor. Yes, yo' honor.
Yes, yo' honor. Yes, yo' honor.
When was you an' Crown marry?
I don't rightly remember, yo' honor.
One yeah, five yeah, ten yeah, what?
Dat gal ain' never marry!
Ah, dat's a complication!
Dat's a complication. Dat's a complication, Lord, Lord --
Dat is a complication.
You can't sell her divorce, gimme back my dollah!
'Course I sells divorce. You got no right to laugh, but it
take expert to divorce woman what ain't marry, an' it cos'
you, ahem, a dollar an' a half.
Don't pay him, Porgy. Don't let him take you in.
All right, go on livin' in sin.
(Porgy counts out money and gives it to Frazier,
who signs and seals paper and hands it to Bess)
Good day to you, Missis Porgy. Only dollar an' a half to
change from woman to lady.
Woman to lady, woman to lady, Lord, Lord, woman to lady!
Dey's a Buckra comin'.
What he say?
(Entering the courtyard)
Boy. Come here, boy!
I'm looking for a man by the name of Porgy.
Which is his room?
Come, don't you know Porgy?
(goes to Clara)
I'm looking for a man named Porgy;
Can you direct me to his room?
Anybody here know a man name Porgy?
Come. I'm a friend of his, Mister Archdale
I have good news for him.
Go long and wake Porgy. Can't you tell
folks when you see em?
Oh you mean Porgy!
I ain' understan' what name you say.
Oh, de gen'man mean Porgy.
Dat's him, boss, dat's ole Porgy. Glad to serve you boss.
Wake up Porgy, a gen'man come to see you.
How you does, boss?
Good morning. I've come to tell you about your friend,
Peter, who got locked up on account of the Robbins murder
How you come to care, boss?
His folks used to belong to my fam'ly
and I just heard he was in trouble.
He sho' got plenty of trouble.
Well, you can tell all of Peter's friends
I'll go his bond. He'll soon be back home again.
Thank you, boss. Gawd bless you, boss, bless you, bless you!
Good mornin' Mister Archdale.
Good morning Frazier, hope you're not selling any more
He jus' made a lady out of Bess for a dollar an' a half.
I, Simon Frazier, hereby divorce Bess an Crown, for the
charge of one dollar an' fifty cents cash, signed Simon
Frazier.... Look here, Frazier, this divorce mill must close
or I'll have to put you in jail. I won't report you this time.
Gawd bless you, boss. Gawd bless you.
Good mornin', Mister Archdale.
(At this point o great bird flies low, frightening evervbody)
Look out, dat's a buzzard!
Drive um off, don't let um light, chase away dat buzzard'
What is it, what's the matter?
Boss, dat bird mean trouble.
Once de buzzard fold his wing an' light over yo' house,
all yo' happiness done dead.
Buzzard keep on flyin' over, take along yo' shadow.
Ain' nobody dead dis mornin'
Livin's jus' begun.
Two is strong where one is feeble;
man an' woman livin', workin',
Sharin' grief an' sharin' laughter,
An' love like Augus' sun.
Trouble, is dat you over yonder
lookin' lean an' hungry?
Don' you let dat buzzard keep you
hangin' round my do'.
Ain' you heard de news this mornin'?
Step out, brudder, hit de gravel;
Porgy who you used to feed on,
Don' live here no mo'
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Buzzard, on yo' way!
Ole age, what is you anyhow,
nuttin' but bein' lonely.
Pack yo' things an' fly from here,
Carry grief an' pain.
Dere's two folks livin' in dis shelter
Eatin', sleepin', singin', prayin'.
Ain' no such thing as loneliness.
An' Porgy's young again.
PORGY AND CHORUS
Buzzard, keep on flyin',
Porgy's young again.
(All move off to their various rooms, leaving Bess alone.
Sporting Life enters, sneaks up to Bess)
'Lo, Bess, goin' to picnic?
No, guess I'll stay home.
Picnics is all right for these small town suckers, but we is use
to the high life, you know. You an' me, we understands each
other. I can't see for the life of me what you is hangin' roun'
this place for; why, with your looks, Bess, an' your way with
the boys, there's big money for you, an' me in New York.
I can't remember ever meetin' a nothin' what I likes less than
I does you.
Oh, come on, now, how about a little touch of happy dus'
for old time sake?
I's through with that stuff!
Come on, give me yo' han'.
(Porgy opens door and listens unobserved)
I tells you, I's through!
Just a pinch, not enough to hurt a flea.
No, no, I done give up dope.
Tell that to somebody else, nobody ever gave up happy dus'.
(Porgy reaches out and seizes Sporting Life's wrist)
Leggo, you dam' cripple! Gawd, what a grip for
a piece of a man!
Sportin' Life, you keep away from my woman, or I'll break
yo' damn neck!
I'd like to see a lousy cripple, like you, break my neck.
If I get my hands on you once more, you'll see quick enough.
Go 'long now.
All right, yo' men frien's come an' they go, but remember
ole Sportin' Life an' de happy dus' here all along.
Get out, you rat, you louse, you buzzard!
(Sporting Life scuttles off.
Jake and Clara come out dressed for the picnic)
Honey, we sure goin' strut our stuff today.
Be sure to come 'long to de picnic, Bess.
(They leave. Bess and Porgy are left alone)