Mortimer Brewster discovered a dead body in the window seat, and when
Hello. Oh, hello, Al. My, it’s good to hear your voice. Oh, no, Al, I’m sober as a lark, I just called you because I was feeling a little Pirandello--Piran--you wouldn’t know, Al.
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You get ahold of George! (He hangs up and sits a moment, trying to collect himself.) Now let’s see, where were we? (He suddenly leaps from stool.) TWELVE!
For the full extended monologue, refer to Joseph Kesselring, Arsenic and Old Lace. Dramatists Play Service, 1969. pp. 25.
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