This article is about the play. For other uses, see. An Inspector Calls Written by Date premiered 1945 Place premiered, Original language English Subject A mysterious inspector interrogates a wealthy English family about their responsibility for the death of a young working class factory girl. Genre Drama Setting The Birlings' home in Brumley, England; April 1912 An Inspector Calls is a play written by English, first performed in 1945 in the and in 1946 in the UK. It is one of Priestley's best known works for the stage, and is considered to be one of the classics of mid-20th century English theatre.

The play's success and reputation has been boosted in recent years by a successful revival by English director for the in 1992, and a tour of the UK in 2011–2012. The play is a three-act drama, which takes place on a single night in April 1912, focusing on the prosperous upper middle-class Birling family, who live in a comfortable home in the fictional town of Brumley, 'an industrial city in the north Midlands'.

The family is visited by a man calling himself Inspector Goole, who questions the family about the suicide of a young working-class woman, Eva Smith (also known as Daisy Renton). The family is interrogated and revealed to have been responsible for the young woman's exploitation, abandonment and social ruin, effectively leading to her death. Long considered part of the repertory of classic, the play has also been hailed as a scathing critique of the hypocrisies of Victorian/Edwardian English society and as an expression of Priestley's socialist political principles.

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The play is studied in many schools in the UK as one of the prescribed texts for the English Literature (General Certificate of Secondary Education) examination. • Cousin, Geraldine (2007). 'Past present: dramatisations of 'return '. Playing for Time. Manchester, England: Manchester University Press. • Stringer, Jenny (1996). The Oxford companion to twentieth-century literature in English.

Oxford, England: Oxford University Press. • ^ Priestley, J. Bezant, Tim, ed. An Inspector Calls: A Play in Three Acts (1992 ed.).

London: Heinemann. • Gale, Maggie (2004).

'Theatre and drama between the wars'. In Nicholls, Peter; Marcus, Laura. The Cambridge history of twentieth-century English literature. Cambridge, England: Cambridge University Press.

The middle class family was at the centre of much of Priestley's work.most clearly perhaps in 'An Inspector Calls'. • Gale, Maggie Barbara (2008). London: Routledge. • Priestley, J.B.

Introduction to the Plays of J.B.Priestly. London: Heinemann. 100 Objects from Special Collections at the University of Bradford. Yorkshire, England: University of Bradford. Retrieved 2017-05-25. • Morley, Sheridan (25 September 1992)...

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: [ Andy is following Cal's advice to only ask questions when talking to a woman] Can I help you?: I don't know. Can you?: Are you looking for something?: Is there something I should be looking for?: We have a lot of books, so maybe it depends on what you like.: What, um, what do you like?: We have a great section of do-it-yourself.: Do you like to do it yourself?: [ giggles] Sometimes. If, um, the mood strikes!: How is the mood striking you now?: [ they both laugh] What's your name?: What's your name?: I'm Beth.: Andy.: Andy. Don't tell on me, okay Andy?: I won't. Unless you want to be told on, Beth. [ walks away].

: You're gay, now?: No, I'm not gay. I'm just celibate.: I think.

I mean, that sounds gay. I just want you to know this is, like, the first conversation of, like, three conversations that leads to you being gay. Like, there's this and then in a year it's like, 'Oh, you know, I'm kinda gonna want to get back out there, but I think I like guys,' and then there's the big, 'Oh, I'm.

I'm a gay guy now.' : You're gay for saying that.: I'm gay for saying that?: You know how I know you're gay?: How? How do you know I'm gay?: Because you macramed yourself a pair of jean shorts.: You know how I know *you're* gay? You just told me you're not sleeping with women any more.: You know how I know you're gay?: How? Cause you're gay? And you can tell who other gay people are?: You know how I know you're gay?: How?: You like Coldplay. : Are you Andy?: Uh.

Yeah.: [ holds up Jay's card] Is this yours? Did you write this stuff?: My girlfriend Jill found *your* speed dating card. [ raises his eyebrows]: [ Covering] Oh! God, I've been looking for that speed dating card. Thank you so much for bringing it to me.: So you actually wrote that one girl looked like she was 'hurtin' for a squirtin'?: [ Stunned] Mmm-hmm. Yeah, 'hurtin' for a squirtin'.

Yeah, I wrote that.: Oh, so you wrote, 'ho fo' sho'.: [ Embarrassed] Yeah, I remember that girl. She was a ho. For sho'.: You are never going to meet anyone with that kind of mentality about women, you sick son of a bitch!: Who the. Who the fuck are you to put me on trial? I've never even met you. So why don't you back the shit off, all right? And stop with the inquisition.: That's how you talk?: You know what?

I don't have to answer to you, you ain't my bitch! Know what I sayin'? So, shit, man. Fuck it!: [ to Jay] You shouldn't even be hanging out with this pervert.: I don't hang out with him! I work with him and that's it! I tried to introduce him to a few nice people, he made a fool of himself. I don't mess with him, baby.

That's not me.: You should keep your ho on a leash.: Oh, bro, I can't let you talk.: Hey!: I can't let you be talking to my woman that way, dawg.: Hey, hey! Bitch's running wild, man.

: This shit just got real!: What are you gonna do, bitch?: I'll tell you what. You know Luca Perry from 20th and 25th?: You ever heard of rolling twenties, nigga? Since I was sixteen, nigga, I'm saying 'frosty.' You know what I'm saying? 'Spoon', nigga. We fucked dwarves in the ass!: Nigga, this dwarf here don't got to be tall to pull a trigger off in somebody face!: [ walks up quickly] Good afternoon! Good afternoon!

Welcome to Smart Tech. What can I help you with?: [ points at Jay] Is this your boy?: Yeah, nigga, we will both mash you! Where you at?: Hey, how can we help you, sir?: No, no, he don't need no help! He's already been served. I served him. He's taken care of.

He's a little slow, but he got it. See, what he thought was he can come up here and make the rules. But now, he see that Jay make the rules at Smart Tech, that I run this bitch, and now he 'bout to bounce!: This your boy?: Yeah, nigga, that's my boy. We rep the same Smart Tech.: [ points at Andy] You just got fucked up with him. Both ya'll niggas gonna get clapped up when I get back. [ pretends to shoot two guns at them]: Both ya'll niggas!: What?

What did I do?: It don't fucking matter!: Yeah, well, aim high, Willis. : Oh, man, I had a weekend.: Yeah?: We went to Tijuana, Mexico, you know? And we thought it would be fun, you know, to go to a show. Everybody says you gotta check out one of these shows.

It's a woman fuckin' a horse. We get there and we think it's gonna be awesome and. It is not as cool as it sounds like it's gonna be. It's kinda gross.: Yeah.: You think 'A woman fuckin' a horse' and you get there and.

It's a woman fucking a horse.: Yeah.: It was really giving it to her. And you know what? To be honest I just felt bad for her, we all just felt bad for her.: Yeah.: I kinda felt bad for the horse!: Wow, that's something.: So what about you? What did you get up to?: You know, I just kinda hung out. [ pause]: Oh man, Friday, I really wanted an egg salad sandwich and I was just obsessing about it and I was like, 'Man, I'm gonna make one of those.'

So Saturday, I went out and got, like, a dozen eggs and then I boiled them all and I just, I spent, I dunno, probably three hours, like three and a half hours making, you know, the mayonnaise, and the onions and paprika and, you know, the necessary accoutrement. And then, by the time I was done, I didn't really feel like like eating it.: I can imagine.: And I didn't have any bread.

[ pause]: So you know, it was pretty good. It was a good weekend.: Sounds pretty awesome.: Yeah, it was fine.: Sounds really fun. [ pause]: Cool. Cool cool.: [ Andy turns away and Cal mimics blowing his own brains out with a finger pistol]. : Hey, Paula.: Yeah?: I gotta tell you something. I'm really excited about it.

Uh, for the first time today, I woke up, I came to the store, and I feel confident to say to you that if you don't take this Michael McDonald DVD that you've been playing for two years straight off, I'm going to kill everyone in the store and put a bullet in my brain.: David, what do you suggest we play?: I don't care. I would rather. I would rather watch 'Beautician and the Beast'. I would rather listen to Fran Drescher for eight hours than have to listen to Michael McDonald. Nothing against him, but if I hear 'Yah Mo B There' one more time, I'm going to 'Yah Mo' burn this place to the ground.: You're such a smartass. Get back on the floor.

[ Paula walks away]: [ cough-mutters] Ah-fuck you! : Wait, wait, wait, last thing, last thing. I'm also gonna need that extended warranty on it for the price of. D Tech Usb Driver. On the house. Hmm?: That I can't do.: Now, don't be a negro, be my nigga. Help me out.: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I ain't nobody's nigga.: Well, you somebody's nigga, wearin this nigga tie.: Now you're being condescending, see? You've been warned, 'aight? Now, let's move forward amicably.: Well, 'aight, check this out, dawg. First of all, you throwin' too many big words at me, and because I don't understand them, I'm gonna take 'em as disrespect. Watch your mouth and help me with the sale.: Okay, see. See, now you found yourself a nigga.

You was lookin' for a nigga? Nigga here now! : You know how I know that you're gay?: How?: You like the movie 'Maid in Manhattan'.: You know how I know you're gay?: How?: I saw you make a spinach dip in a loaf of sourdough bread once.: You know how I know that you're gay?: How?: You have a rainbow bumpersticker on your car that says, 'I love it when balls are in my face'.: That's gay?: [ loses his second 'Mortal Kombat' match] Goddamn it!: I'm ripping your head off right now. And now I'm throwing it at your body. [ David's character explodes]: [ shouts] Fuck you!: Aww. : [ talking to a customer] This is a great TV. Nothing beats a plasma.: What are you doing?

That's my customer.: It certainly is not. When I came upon her, she was unattended: No, no, that's my. She was unattended because I went to the back to get the brochure she requested.: I apologize, but it's too late. The transaction is completed.: Then you gonna give me half the commission.: You will receive none of the commission.: I need to talk to Paula. This is crazy, man!: This is bullshit!

Every time I make a sale, you go crying to Paula. How about Jesse Jackson? Oh, Jesse, he needs a call.: I'm sick of you poaching my customers.: I'm sick of your crybaby bullshit!: You wanna take this shit outside? You wanna just take it outside and just squash it?: Let's stay inside so everybody can see what a pussy you have, okay?

Because when I remove the blade I keep in my boot from its sheath, I cannot return it until it has spilt blood.: Listen to me, listen to me! You are fucking with the wrong nigger.: Hey, hey! You are fucking with the wrong sand nigger, okay?: I will hang your old ass by your turban!: [ Mooj has a very definite Indian accent] Oh, turban, now! Do you see any fucking turban here? Do I talk like a turban guy?

Do I say, 'Hey, Jay, you want a slurpee? You want a slurpee?' Fuck you, okay?

I was born in Brooklyn. Brooklyn, okay? My accent is a fucking Brooklyn accent, okay? Okay?: All right, man. Calm down, dude! You still covering my shift on Friday or what?: If I can keep this commission. With pleasure.: Cool, man.

All right, pops. [ They hug; Jay leaves]. : I went out with this girl for four months and it was the greatest greatest thing in my life. Until she went down on this guy in an Escalade, I think. And, you know, instead of, like, saying, 'Okay, what am I doing that caused this behavior?' I dumped her. Stupid decision.

I spent the last two years of my life regretting it.: Well, why don't you get her back right now?: Oh, cause she's dating this pot dealer. Stupid, horrible decision.

But, hey, that's her journey, you know. I gotta respect that.

She wants to be some immature little bitch and blow everybody, that's. That's love, man.: It sounds horrible.: Of course it's horrible. It's suffering and it's pain and it's. You know, you lose weight and then you put back on weight, and then you, you know, you call them a bunch of times and you try and email, and then they move or they change their email, but that's just love. : Listen, when I was growing pot, I realized that the more seeds I planted, the more pot I could ultimately smoke.: I think I've got all the advice I can handle right now.: Don't get bitter.: I'm not getting bitter.

I almost lost a nipple, okay?: That was Jay's idea, and I wasn't going to say anything, but waxing your chest is the gayest thing you could possibly do. Look at me: looks are not important. *Really* look at me. I am ugly as fuck by traditional standards, but, I get with women. Aren't you curious as to how that's possible?: I am not ugly as fuck.: I didn't say you were ugly as fuck.: Well, you implied it.: Okay, okay, it doesn't matter if you're ugly as fuck, or you're ugly as shit. It's about *talking* to women, and I know how to do that because I observe, because I am a novelist.: What? You never told me that before.: That's because I'm not an arrogant prick, Andy.

: [ phone rings] Hello?: Hey, how you doing?: Um. How you doing?: I'm well.: Who is this?: This is. [ hits himself with the phone]: James? Do I know you, James?: [ stammering] I was wondering whether you had a few minutes to talk about a little laundry detergent.: Are you a telemarketer, James?: Yep.: Are you at the top of a tall building? Can you get to a roof quickly? I mean, you people are sick. Get a real fucking job, why don't you?

Go shoot yourself in the fucking head! Hey, why don't you just, you know, get a knife and run into it? Why don't you do that, huh?: Okay.: All right, I'll see you later, James.: Nice to talk to you.: Fuck your mother, okay? : You guys, she's picking me up in an hour.: Oh, drag, dude.: She's picking you up from here?: Yeah.: That's fucked up, man.: Why?: Why? I mean, look at this place, man. You gotta see this through the eyes of a woman, you know?

What is she going to think when she comes in here? He's got a billion toys.: So what?: And more video games than a teenaged Asian kid.: Okay.: [ Pointing to an action figure on a shelf] Is that the Six Million Dollar Man's boss?: That's Oscar Goldman.: Why do you have that?: That's worth a lot of money. That's much more valuable than Steve Austin.: Well, that may be the case. But none of this shit is sexy, okay?: I'm not trying to be sexy, man.: [ Pointing to a framed poster] I mean, seriously, Asia?

You framed an Asia poster? How hard did the people at the frame store laugh when you brought this in?: They did not laugh at me.: Know why you're gay? Because you like Asia.: You guys cool it with the gay. You know, she's on her way over here, okay?: First, you relax, okay?: Just stop calming me down and tell me what I should do.: Okay, we just take everything that's embarrassing and we move it out of here so it doesn't look like you live in Neverland Ranch. [ Trish shows up at Andy's door and the entire apartment looks abandoned].

: [ David is speaking to Andy] Hey, Will and Grace. Back to work!: Hey, Haziz, could you give us a minute?

We're kind of in the middle of something here.: Hey. I'm on my break.: Fuck off, Haziz. Leave us alone, will you?: Fuck off? Fuck you!: Fuck you!: Fuck you.: Fuck off!: Fuck off.: I'm gonna kick you in the nuts, asshole.: Hey, hey, hey!

Watch the language, okay? I have a family.: Watch how you talk to me!: Hey, Bambi, it's a free country. I can smoke out here if I want.: Smoke my pole!: You are a very unkind man!: Get inside!: [ heading inside] This is not professional! This asshole over here. : [ arguing with David] I have a very fulfilling life!

[ cuts to Andy playing the Tuba]: [ cuts to Andy painting one of his soldier toy figures] Now, I'm going to make your silver pants, blue!: [ cuts to Andy playing a Tony Hawk Pro Skater game in his control chair] Get some roadburn! COME ON SUCKER!: [ cuts to Andy singing on a kareoke machine] 'Now pretty ladies, around the word. Got a [ squeaky voice]: 'Weird' thing to show ya': [ cuts to Andy reading a comic book] [ laughs]: Oh my god.

[ cuts to Andy playing the Tuba again]. : Wassup, dawg, what happened? How was the date with Trish?: Oh, it was a disaster.: Really?: Yes, I've never been more embarrassed in my life. I couldn't get the condoms to work, and one of them exploded on my balls. And then, her kid walked in the room.: Woah. She was hiding the kid from you, dawg?: You know what?

It doesn't matter. Because it was goin' downhill straight from there.: Listen, you don't want no baby daddy drama. Trust me on this one, aight? For all you know, he in prison right now. Let's say y'all livin' together. Next thing you know, you the one gone on the first and the fifteenth, huh, to pick up the government check? What if he got boys that's on the outside?

And they stalkin' you? See what I'm sayin? You gotta think, patna!: What the fuck are you talking about? : [ drunk] You know the thing about relationships is that they make one person go, 'Blah blah blah blah blah,' and the other person go, 'What are you talking about?' And then one person goes, 'Blah blah blah blah blah.'

: How much have you had to drink, man?: Oh, how much have I had to drink? Hey, how many pots have you smoken?: What are you talking about?: Oh, how many times have you gone to the bathroom in your life? Let me ask you that.

You know what, you don't have an answer for that, do you? Who the fuck you, man? Statistics Fiu Custom Edition By James Mcclave And Terry Sincich. No, no, no, no, you're such a good guy, and I appreciate you.