A Raisin in the Sun

by Lorraine Hansberry

You look young this morning, baby. RUTH (Indifferently) Yeah? WALTER Just for a second—stirring them eggs. Just for a second it was—you looked real young again. (He reaches for her; she crosses away. Then, drily) It’s gone now—you look like yourself again! RUTH Man, if you don’t shut up and leave me alone. WALTER (Looking out to the street again) First thing a man ought to learn in life is not to make love to no colored woman first thing in the morning. You all some eeeevil people at eight o’clock in the morning. (TRAVIS appears in the hall doorway, almost fully dressed and quite wide awake now, his towels and pajamas across his shoulders. He opens the door and signals for his father to make the bathroom in a hurry) TRAVIS (Watching the bathroom) Daddy, come on!