New Yorker in Tondo Short Script

The results I received after taking the dialect quiz were surprisingly accurate. The three cities that I received were Yonkers, New York, and Jersey City. These three cities really surprised me because although I don’t live in Yonkers or Jersey City, my closest friend throughout high school lived in Yonkers and my closest cousins lived in Jersey. While taking the test, most of my answers did not point to New York so I was not expecting it to be as correct as it was. I do feel that I have a dialect that sometimes comes off as rude however, I never mean it that way and once I know someone they usually see how down to earth and understanding I am. I’m excited to major in Speech Pathology to be able to not only help those who need assistance in

approached her in the bedroom with an engagement ring to ask her to marry him. She declined before

Happy that his mother was able to leave the volatile relationship and wondered when she received the letters if “she laughed and held them over a gas burner” in an expressive gesture of freedom (Komunyakaa n.par.).

“Will you shut the fuck up? This place is loud enough without you going on and on,” I yelled. His eyes focused on me for the first time and they softened slightly. I got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach as his unusually dark eyes stared into mine. I stood, I just couldn't deal with this right now. “Thanks, Zarra, but I need to get away from all this.” I made a beeline for the door.

”Oh no, I like being bothered.” “Bonjour,”Teresa said, leaving him outside her next class. She smiled and pushed wisps of hair from her face. " Yeah, right, bonjour,” Victor said.

“A lovely day,” she repeated to the doorman of the building where she worked. “A perfectly marvelous morning,” to the switchboard operator, busy pushing buttons on the brightly-lit console. This was the happiest day of Kristen’s life.

Around the other side of the building, Alyssa is met with more neon signage boasting 24-hour access. She gives the frosted door a gentle nudge and enters.

I desperately want answers, when my questions are interrupted as the door opens. I sit up, my back aching and my head pounding. Felix is standing in the door way, with his hands in his pockets. “Felix,” I begin, surprised.

(Juan and Eva are arriving to a night at the opera and sit down to applause. Music starts. Eva and Juan enjoy the music until, suddenly, Eva doubles over in pain and starts gasping for breath. )

“It is a long story….” Says Gabby while walking up to her bedroom to take a

"Oh, hey, guys," says the brunette, who seems vaguely familiar in a way that Steve can't quite place. She's sitting at the kitchen island in one of the bar stools, her eyes glued to her phone and her feet pushing against the legs to sway the rest of her back and forth on the rotating stool seat. "Tony hired me to babysit for a while. What up."

“Speaking of excited, I know you asked to see Carly and Pamela. Go, and be a good girl.”

“Just a moment,” Miss Devasquez said. She urged Max on, but he didn’t need it. Whoever was out there, he didn’t want them coming in until he was ready. Enough people had seen him undressed already. After a fast change back into his clothes, Miss Devasquez unlocked the door, ready to gripe at whoever was silly enough to interrupt. Her irritation changed fast. This person didn’t need any introduction.

“No, I think I can handle it ma’am,” Tony said as he let another small grin come across his face.

(The landlord is surprised by Santiago’s response and starts laughing creepily. He then turns back to the vase.)