EDDIE: Catherine…you’re walkin’ wavy
CATHERINE: [trying to joke him out of his warning] : Eddie, I wish there was one guy you couldn’t tell me things about!
BEATRICE: And they spit on him [Vinny Bolzano] in the street, his own father and brothers. The whole neighbourhood was cryin’.
CATHERINE [wondrously]
: How come he’s so dark and you’re so light, Rodolpho?
[Eddie has risen, with iron control, even a smile. He moves to Catherine]
EDDIE: What’s the high heels for, Garbo?
ALFIERI: Eddie Carbone had never expected to have a destiny. […] Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.
BEATRICE: Well, tell me, am I doing something wrong? Talk to me.
EDDIE [ - Pause. He can’t speak, then]
: I can’t. I can’t talk about it.
EDDIE [Uncomfortably grinning]
:Yeah, well… he’s [Rodolpho] got a sense of humour.
CATHERINE [flushed with revolt] :You wanna dance, Rodolpho? [Eddie freezes]
RODOLPHO [in deference to EDDIE] : No, I – I’m tired.
EDDIE: Now, watch out, here I come, Danish! [He feints with his left hand and lands with his right. It mildly staggers
RODOLPHO. MARCO rises.]
[MARCO is face to face with EDDIE, a strained tension gripping his eyes and jaw, his neck stiff, the chair raised like a weapon over EDDIE’s head – and he transforms what might appear like a glare of warning into a smile of triumph, and
EDDIE’s grin vanishes as he absorbs his look.]
RODOLPHO: You [Catherine] EDDthink I would carry on my back the rest of my life a woman I didn’t love just to be an American?
It’s so wonderful?
CATHERINE: I mean I know him [Eddie] and now I’m supposed to turn around and make a stranger out of him?
[RODOLPHO appears in the bedroom doorway. EDDIE sees him and his arm jerks slightly in shock. RODOLPHO nods to him testingly.]
[RODOLPHO flies at him in attack. EDDIE pins his arms, laughing, and suddenly kisses him.]
CATHERINE: Eddie! Let go, ya hear me! I’ll kill you! Leggo of him!
ALFIERI: You won’t have a friend in the world, Eddie! Even those who understand will turn against you, even the ones who feel the same will despise you!
EDDIE: Catherine! What’re you, no brains? You put them up there with two other submarines?
MARCO [as he is taken off, pointing back at EDDIE] : That one! He killed my children! That one stole food from my children!
CATHERINE: To hell with Eddie. Nobody is gonna talk to him again if he lives to a hundred.
CATHERINE: You [Eddie] got no more right to tell nobody nothin’! Nobody! The rest of your life, nobody!
EDDIE: I want my name! He [Rodolpho] didn’t take my name; he’s only a punk. Marco’s got my name…
BEATRICE: You want somethin’ else Eddie, and you can never have her!
CATHERINE [ IN HORROR] : B!
EDDIE: Wipin’ the neighbourhood with my name like a dirty rag! I want my name Marco!