ANNA—Sure. And I was thinking maybe, seeing he ain't never done a thing for me in my life, he might be willing to stake me to a room and eats till I get rested up. [Wearily.] Gee, I sure need that rest! I'm knocked out. [Then resignedly.] But I ain't expecting much from him. Give you a kick when you're down, that's what all men do. [With sudden passion.] Men, I hate 'em—all of 'em! And I don't expect he'll turn out no better than the rest. [Then with sudden interest.] Say, do you hang out around this dump much?
MARTHY—Oh, off and on.
ANNA—Then maybe you know him—my Old Man—or at least seen him?
MARTHY—It ain't old Chris, is it?
ANNA—Old Chris?
MARTHY—Chris Christopherson, his full name is.
ANNA—[Excitedly.] Yes, that's him! Anna Christopherson—that's my real name—only out there I called myself Anna Christie. So you know him, eh?
MARTHY—[Evasively.] Seen him about for years.
ANNA—Say, what's he like, tell me, honest?
MARTHY—Oh, he's short and—