Steel Magnolias was produced for the Broadway stage and opened in April of 2005. The play starred Delta Burke, Christine Ebersole, Rebecca Gayheart, Marsha Mason, Lily Rabe, and Frances Sternhagen. It was nominated for a Drama Desk Award for Outstanding Actress in a Play. The Lifetime Television Network made an. Access Free Steel Magnolias Stage Play Script appears. This revolutionary, award-winning play by a lauded playwright and poet is a fearless portrayal of the experiences of women of color—“extraordinary and wonderfulthat anyone can relate to” (The New York Times) and continues to move and resonate with readers today more than ever. This year marks the thirtieth anniversary of Steel Magnolias, a play Robert Harling wrote just months after his sister, Susan, died of complications from diabetes.Written as a tribute to the strength of his sister, his mother, and the coterie of women who supported them, the work broke records at the Lucille Lortel Theatre in Manhattan, where it ran almost three years.
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1
Morning.
Good morning.
Morning.
Get your fingers
out of the icing.
Tommy Lee,
get your fingers
out of the frosting.
[Bang]
Wave those flags, son.
Get out of there!
Yeah!
Hit them again!
Get out of here!
Get out of them
trees, damn it!
Aah!
[Bang Bang]
Yeah! Get 'em!
Migrate south,
will you?
Mama.
Mama!
Three more radios
for you, Shelby.
Not now, Tommy.
Mama, this nail polish
is drying way too dark.
Practically paint my foot.
Looks like a stuck pig
bled all over my hands.
I'm sure I have
something that will do.
Oh, no.
It has
to be delicate.
If I don't
have something,
I will send your brothers
to get delicate pink
nail polish.
Mama, there's...
Just a minute.
Great idea, Mama.
I'd love to see what the boys
would pick out.
Delivery man!
Someone stop that truck!
Stop that...
Aah!
Don't put ice
down my back!
You should have
drowned them at birth.
Shelby.
See if you can get this.
Mama, my nails are wet.
Shelby.
Ma'am.
Would you look
at those, please?
Myrtle, hi.
[Bang]
Hold on, please.
I'm going to get you
right now!
[Bang]
Drum, sweetheart,
I'm on the phone!
[Bang]
Stop that now!
I can't hear myself think!
[Bang]
Myrtle, the champagne glasses,
they're all broken.
Help.
Spud!
[Television Plays]
Spud, turn off
that stupid television.
Get in here and finish
dyeing theseeaster eggs.
I ran out of stuff.
That's why God
invented the A&P.
I got to work
on the truck.
No. You got
to get the lead out.
Yes, ma'am.
I live to serve.
If those eggs are not
at the church by noon,
they don't get hidden.
[Door Slams]
Are you listening
to me, Spud?
Mrs. Jones?
Are you Annelle?
Oh, you sweet thing.
Come on in.
Excuse me.
And pick up my green dress
at the cleaners!
Am I interrupting
something?
No. I'm just screaming
at my husband.
I can do that anytime.
Please, call me Truvy.
Truvy. Thank you.
Mama, look at this.
This was in
the hall closet.
What is it?
Rubbers.
Tommy says
Jonathan's planning
to cover the honeymoon
getaway car with these.
Please stop him!
Keep your voice down.
Keep your voice...
Jonathan!
Boys, I want
to talk to you.
Tommy. Jonathan!
Tommy!
Jonathan, don't you
decorate your sister's car
with condoms!
It's tacky!
It's like talking
to a brick wall.
[Bang]
If he's trying
to drive me crazy,
it's too late.
There must be a better way
to get rid of those birds.
We could cut down
all our trees
or change
the migratory patterns
of NorthAmerican birds.
You told him
to get rid of them.
I had no idea
he would alienate
the entire neighborhood.
The neighborhood
would be more alienated
if they got covered
in bird sh*t
at my reception.
Pretty talk.
You have to be so crude?
[Coughing]
Okay.
Oops.
I see a hole.
Yeah. I was hoping
you'd catch that.
It's a little bit pouffier
than I wouldnormally do,
but I'm nervous.
Oh, I'm not worried
about that.
I usually wrap
my entire head in toilet paper
when I go to bed,
so it gets
pretty smooshed down
in that process, anyway.
In my class
at the trade school,
I was number one
in frosting
and streaking.
I did my own.
Really?
That's good.
And I can usually
spot a bottle job
at 20 paces.
Your technique
is really good.
Thanks.
I think your form and content
will improve with time.
So, best I can tell, young lady,
you've just landedyourself a job.
Oh! Great!
Oh, thank you!
Oh, thank you,
Miss Truvy.
No time for thanks
this morning.
We'll be busier than
a one-armed paper hanger.
Here.
Let me help you.
I got it.
You got hairs and fuzzies