Start:

ELMA: Listen to that wind. March is coming in like a lion. (Grace jiggles the receiver on the telephone with no results.) Grace, you should come over here and look out, to see the way the wind is blowing things all over town.

GRACE: Now I wonder why I can’t get th’ operator.

ELMA: I bet the bus’ll be late.

[... … …]

End:

GRACE: I should say not. You’re a good kid and ya got good sense I wish someone coulda reasoned with me when I was your age. But I was a headstrong brat, had to have my own way. I had my own way all right, and here I am now, a grass widow runnin’ a restaurant, and I’ll prob’ly die in this little town and they’ll bury me out by the backhouse.

For full extended scene, please refer to the script edition cited here: William Inge, Bus Stop. Dramatist Play Service,