My Martha has passed away. To the woman who made me love Albee even more than I already did. Thank you Mrs. Taylor.
MARTHA:
You know what’s happened, George? You want to know what’s really happened? (Snaps her fingers.) It’s snapped, finally. Not me… it. The whole arrangement. You can go along… forever, and everything’s… manageable. You make all sorts of excuses to yourself… you know… this is life… the hell with it… maybe tomorrow he’ll be dead… maybe tomorrow you’ll be dead… all sorts of excuses. But then, one day, one night, something happens… and SNAP! It breaks. And you just don’t give a damn anymore. I’ve tried with you, baby… really, I’ve tried.
I’m loud, and I’m vulgar, and I wear the pants in this house because somebody’s got to, but I am not a monster. I am not.
SNAP! It went snap. Look, I’m not going to try to get through to you anymore… I’m not going to try. There was a second back there, maybe, there was a second, just a second, when I could have gotten through to you, when maybe we could have cut through all this crap. But that’s past, and now I’m not going to try.
Well, maybe you’re right, baby. You can’t come together with nothing, and you’re nothing! SNAP! It went snap tonight at the party. I sat there, and I watched you… I watched you sitting there, and I watched the younger men around you, the men who were going to go somewhere. And it snapped! It finally snapped! And I’m going to howl it out, and I’m not going to give a damn what I do, and I’m going to make the biggest damned explosion you ever heard.
