(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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// she looks at him almost in triumph. He looks crushed. The doors slowly opens and the
inspector appears, looking steadily and searchingly at them.//
Gerald:I want you to understand that I didn't install
her there so that I could make love to her. I made her go to morgan Terrace because I was sorry
for her, and didn't like the idea of her going back to the palace bar. I didn't ask for anything i
Gerald: all right – I did for a time. Nearly any man would have done.
Gerald: No, it wasn't. ( he waits a moment, then in a low, troubled tone.) she told me
she'd been happier than she'd ever been before – but that she knew it couldn't last – hadn't
expected it to last. She didn't blame me at all.
Gerald: she looked young and fresh and charming and altogether out of place down here.
And obviously she wasn't enjoying herself. Old joe meggarty, half-drunk and goggle-eyed, had
wedged her into a corner with that obscene fat carcass of his--
Sheila: Oh don't be stupid. We haven't much time. You gave yourself away as soon as he
mentioned her other name.
Gerald: (hesitatingly) it's hard to say. I didn't feel about her as she felt about me.
Gerald: all right, if you must have it. I met her first, sometime in march last year, in the
stalls bar at the palace.
Sheila: but you're forgetting I'm supposed to be engaged to the hero of it. Go on, Gerald.
You went down into the bar, which is a favourite haunt of the women of the town.
Gerald: I happened to look in, one night, after a long dull day, and as the show wasn't
very bright, I went down into the bar for a drink. It's a favourite haunt of women of the town--
Gerald: the girl saw me looking at her and then gave me a glance that was nothing less
than a cry for help
Birling: Now, sheila, I'm not defending him. But you must understand that a lot of young
men
Sheila: but just in case you forget – or decide not to come back, Gerald, I think you'd
better take this with you. (she hands him the ring.)
Gerald: All right. I knew her. Let's leave it at that.
Gerald: in that case – as I'm rather more – upset – by this business than I probably appear
to be – and – well, i'd like to be alone for a while – I'd be glad if you'd let me go.
Mrs Birling: (staggered) it isn't true. You know him, Gerald -and you're a man – you
must know it isn't true.
Sheila: Were you seeing her last spring and summer, during that time you hardly
came near me and said you were so busy? Were you?
Sheila: I don't dislike you as I did half an hour ago, gerald. In fact, in some odd way, I
rather respect you more than I've ever done before. I knew anyhow you were lying about those
months last year when you hardly came near me
Gerald: Why should you? It's bound to be unpleasant and disturbing
Gerald: no. I wasn't telling you a complete lie when I said i'd been very busy at the works
all that time. We were very busy. But of course I did see a good deal of her.
Gerald (with an effort) inspector, I think miss birling ought to be excused any more of
this questioning. She'd nothing more to tell you. She's had a long exciting and tiring day – we
were celebrating our engagement, you know – and now she's obvio
Gerald: I'm sorry, Sheila. But it was all over and done with, last summer. I hadn't set eyes
on the girl for at least six months. I don't come into this suicide business.
Gerald: yes. I suppose it was inevitable. She was young and pretty and warm hearted –
and intensely grateful. I became at once the most important person in her life – you understand?
Gerald: I didn't propose to stay long down there. I hate those hard-eyed dough-faced
women. But then I noticed a girl who looked quite different. She was very pretty – soft brown
hair and big dark eyes- (breaks off.) My god!
Sheila: (with sharp sarcasm) of course not. You were the wonderful fairy prince. You
must have adored it, gerald.
Gerald: You've been through it – and now you want to see somebody else put through it
