ROLAND: (between heavy breaths) I'm coming... I'm coming. Is it uphill the whole way? And I thought we agreed
(big breath as he slows down, arriving beside Chip. He lets a strap from one side of his over-filled day-pack slip off a shoulder.)
--you'd lay-off the "lard-ass."
CHIP: We're not resting. Get that pack back on, tubby.
ROLAND: I'm resting. I'm hauling the equipment. It's heavy. We're high up. It's dry. Could use some water. The air's thin.
CHIP: Got more to do with your thick around the middle than the thin air.
ROLAND: Let's have some water. 'kay? Now?
(ROLAND slips the water bottle from the side of his pack. CHIP grabs it away,)
CHIP: You want some water? The water'll be at the top of the hill. Till then it's gonna be dry. Crack 'a your giant ass dry, got it? Got it?
(ROLAND punches CHIP square in the nose. Blood pours out as CHIP hits the deck. ROLAND catches the bottle before it falls, winning it back.)
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CAROL: This kind of thing ruins people. Were he a woman he’d be a skank, bitch and a whore!
JUNE: (With an all-knowing smirk.) Well . . . the thing is . . . Carol . . . he’d still be a woman.
CAROL: Here we go. Another cause . . .
JUNE: Respect, June. Women are losing respect for themselves. And sometimes—
CAROL: —I forget my pills. I don’t do it on purpose.
JUNE: I wasn’t saying that. You lie around the apartment. When I come home I never. No. Never. I never know who—
CAROL: She’s gonna be tonight. I’ve heard it all before. Bipolar! It’s not my fault. I didn’t do anything to the sonofabitch. Punched me. In the face. In my fucking face, June.
JUNE: (Hugs her.) Shhh. I know. I know. It hurts. (Looking closely at her face.) Oh, baby. I can see his—
CAROL: No! You can’t. I have no more respect for them. Any of them! It’s not his punch, you know. He came onto me and when I told him he punched me. Why don’t they respect us? Forget it. That’s a silly question. They don’t even know—
JUNE: How to keep their zippers up. Hey, c’mon. I’ll make some hot cocoa while you go upstairs and—
CAROL: That’s why I was in Pleasures. I wanted some. You know. Toys.
JUNE: Run, run, run, Little Eliza. Get into the bed, you little wench!
CAROL: (Moving to exit.) Hey! It’s your turn tonight.
JUNE: Is it? Okay. Have I got a story to tell you—!
#376: From here they look like a huge pair of pliers.
#42 cranks #376's mouth open, and there is a struggle as he dives into #376's mouth with a pair of tweezers. Finally...
#42: Got it! Jesus Christ. Acme Super Spy Recording Device, model # 2847593R!
It’s an an-fucking-tique! What is wrong with the other side? It's like they are living in the dark ages.
#376: Yes. And who would've thunk my dentist was one of them? Kind of cool 42…all this cloak and dagger, like them good old days. Recording devices, pens with poison ink, camera's in a flower tucked into the lapel.
#42: More like a clown in a circus than a spy. Let's get down to the high-tech business of spying. We all fired up?
They sit at their respective computers.
#376: 42 – you haven’t ‘liked’ my kitten of the day page yet.
Oddly, after the Iron Curtain fell, my friend got an honorarium to teach and exhibit in Bulgaria. And another friend of mine, Artistic Director of a major theatre here in the USA, returned from an exchange visit to Bulgaria.
The wonders we are witness to in a lifetime! And so seldom do theatre dramatists ever go near those kinds of topics. Or, at least they never/seldom get produced.
LAWYER: See? He is already over-emphasizing his injuries!
ACCUSED: I am not, that truly hurt.
JUDGE: That's enough sir, please refrain from interrupting.
LAWYER: I close today after building my strong case that the accused, here, did not slip on a saltwater taffy in my clients kiddy pool. He has made grand statements to their supposed courtship, but as you now have all have seen, he is no friend of my client. To even say he would be allowed out of his cage, to mingle with true people, especially near children, is outrageous.
ACCUSED: Who does this guy think he is! Look at my legs!
JUDGE [To the lawyer of the accused]: Tell your client to stop talking or I will have to confiscate his speech box.
LAWYER: He cannot even control himself in this courtroom! I hereby ask the jury to be smart, to be caring and thoughtful, and to put this shamed soul to death. And by death I mean to have him re-locked away in the barred room at his uncle's house. And that he may only be allowed to see people on Christmas, and perhaps Boxing Day.
LAWYER OF ACCUSED: I agree!
LAWYER OF ACCUSED: I need to go feed the meter, I rest on everything.
Newbie here. Gave myself 15 mins to write and post this, so pls forgive any blatant errors. Cheated a little with a stage direction to close.
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Leia: It's like it feels like this... Oh! I am love! I am light! I feel everything!
I'm going out like a shooting star!
Astra: (laughing) No it doesn't. That sounds silly...
(Leia sits down)
Leia: It is silly, that's the whole point, stupid (a nudge)! Feeling silly, stupid, wonderful: it's all part of it.
Astra: (a nudge back) Well it soouunds silly. I'm not gonna do it. I would never do it.
Leia: (singsong) Until that day...
Astra: That day what? No, never! You can be a fool (laughing and mimicking), love and light and shooting myself in the foot! You don't know how silly you sound. Leia: (laughing) THAT day. Then you'll be just the same. (Poking) He will wink out of the window of his big rocket ship and you will jump onboard! Take me to the moon, I'm going out like shooting star!
Astra: (looking away) Not. Going. To. Happen.
Leia: Until. That. Day.
Astra: (flustered) I'm going to meet someone who's not crazy, doesn't drive a rocket ship and who thinks love is the same I do - two people who go well together and aren't INSANE. AND... we will have the same idea of crazy people like you, who act like idiots as soon as you meet someone.
Leia: (mock cowering) Oooh! Looking down on all of us mere mortals!
Astra: (laughing) YES! That's love!
Leia: You know what, no, I think you're right. You will meet someone you go well with, who is or isn't insane. And I wish you all the best.