- MR LAMB: Mind the apples!
DERRY: What? Who’s that? Who’s
MR LAMB: Lamb’s my name. Mind the
apples. Crab apples those are.
Windfalls in the long grass.
You could trip.
DERRY: I….there….I thought this was
an empty place. I didn’t know
there was anybody here….
- DERRY: [Panic] I’ve got to go.
MR LAMB: Not on my account. I don’t mind who comes into
the garden. The gate’s always open. Only you
climbed the garden wall.
DERRY: [Angry] You were watching me.
MR LAMB: I saw you. But the gate’s open. All welcome. You’re
welcome. I sit here. I like sitting.
- DERRY: I’d not come to steal anything.
MR LAMB: No, no. The young lads steal….scrump the apples.
You’re not so young.
DERRY: I just….wanted to come in. Into the garden.
MR LAMB: So you did. Here we are, then.
DERRY: You don’t know who I am.
- MR LAMB: You want me to ask….say so, then.
DERRY: I don’t like being with people. Any people.
MR LAMB: I should say….to look at it…. I should say, you
got burned in a fire.
- MR LAMB: It’s all relative. Beauty and the beast.
DERRY: What’s that supposed to mean?
MR LAMB: You tell me.
DERRY: You needn’t think they haven’t all told me that
fairy story before.
- MR LAMB: Ah, but do you care if you never kiss them.
MR LAMB: Girls. Pretty girls. Long hair and large eyes. People
DERRY: Who’d let me? Not one.
MR LAMB: Who can tell?
DERRY: I won’t ever look different. When I’m as old as
you, I’ll look the same. I’ll still only have half a
- DERRY: It’d have been trespassing.
MR LAMB: Ah. That’s not why.
DERRY: I don’t like being near people. When they
stare….when I see them being afraid of me.
MR LAMB: You could lock yourself up in a room and never
leave it. There was a man who did that.
- MR LAMB: You could tell me your name. If you chose. And
not, if you didn’t.
DERRY: Derry. Only it’s Derek….but I hate that. Derry. If
I’m your friend, you don’t have to be mine. I choose