Daddy... (Rushes to door as if to open it but stops herself)
PAULIE Whata you say?
ANGEL: Not right now Dad. In a little while maybe.
PAULIE: I'm here.
ANGEL: I thought you were gone.
PAULIE: No, I'm here.
PAULIE: Angel, what's going on with you? It's not like
you to act this way. Is it Harry?
ANGEL: He's so nice Daddy. Don't you think he's nice?
PAULIE: Is there any problem with Harry, sweetheart?
ANGEL No, there's no problem with Harry. He's nice
Daddy. Don't you think so?
PAULIE: Yeah, he's nice enough I guess. But you're
sure there's no problem? I mean now is the
time to say something.
ANGEL: No really Dad, there's nothing.
PAULIE: Yeah honey?
ANGEL: We aren't even sleeping together. We want to wait and make it really special. You believe that?
PAULIE: Of course I believe it.
PAULIE: Why shouldn't I believe that?
ANGEL: Who's your favorite girl Daddy, me or Donna?
PAULIE I love both my girls.
ANGEL I always wanted to be your favorite - even
over Mommy. I know you're proud of Donna
for being so smart and going to college
and. . .
PAULIE: I'm proud of you too.
ANGEL: FOR WHAT? I mean what've I done? Do you
like me because I'm so pretty? Are you proud
of me for that?
PAULIE: Of course. Honey, maybe I should call your
ANGEL: DON'T LEAVE ME GOD DAMN IT!
Lately I've been thinking about lies and about
us and how quiet we are when it comes to
certain things - certain feelings and things
we've done and felt maybe. I mean you are
my father. I live in this house. You know all
about me but you never say anything like
when I come home late or don't come home
at all. Nobody ever says one word to me
PAULIE: You're a big girl now, we figure you know
what you're doing.
ANGEL: But I don't, Daddy. Like all these guys all
these guys in my life .... I'm trying to say what it
feels like .... sometimes I feel like my own
birthday cake that everyone is taking a piece
of .... like I'm being cut up into little mouthfuls
and .... I can't explain the feeling exactly.
PAULIE: You don't have to explain to me.
ANGEL: I want to. You know I'm still seeing these
guys. I mean Harry wants to marry me. He'd
die if he knew but I still .... I can't .... I can't stop
seeing these guys Daddy. It's like I want
everyone in the world to get a taste of me,
PAULIE: Honey maybe you should talk to your mother
about all this or your sister maybe.
ANGEL: I don't want to talk to Mother or Donna. I want
to talk to you!
(Rushes to top of stairs screaming for his wife)
ANGEL: Daddy no, no!
PAULIE: Letty, God damn it!
ANGEL: I have to tell you Daddy. Daddy you always
treated me like a piece of glass. Daddy, I'm
not made of glass! God damn you Daddy!
(Letty rushes upstairs, joins
her husband. They rush to the
(Pounding on door)
Angel, open this door right this minute or
we're going to break it down!
ANGEL: I'm just so sad - all the time, sad. If I could just
explain. If somebody would just LISTEN TO
ME! I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm
constantly feeling one thing and saying and
doing another .... I'm coming apart,
cracking and nobody .... nobody gives a
PAULIE: Angel, open this door!
ANGEL: No, because if I open it you won't listen to me! I
want you to listen to me. I WANT EVERYBODY
TO LISTEN TO ME! (She smashes herself
against the door and starts pounding on it)
Listen to me! (She slides down to the floor) I
won't be pretty forever. And when I'm not pretty
I won't have anything at all, nothing of my own.
Doesn't anybody understand that? Are you
still there? Where are you all? (Donna
appears at top of stairs. She walks over to
LETTY: Angel, Donna is here. Your sister is here to
see you sweetheart..
I don't want to talk anymore. I don't have
anything to say. I'm just drunk and talking
crazy. Everybody go away.
End Of Scene Three