Sunday, July 26, 2009

Week 27, Day 189 - "Violets in Garlic Sauce"

“Violets in Garlic Sauce”
Written by Joe Janes
7/26/09
189 of 365

Cast
Eye
Ear
Nose
Mouth
Lobster Claw Mustache

(Lights up on five “artists” dressed in shiny black unitards and wearing full heads masks. Each mask represents that artist’s character: Eye, Ear, Nose, Mouth, Lobster Claw Mustache. The begin by standing close to one another and forming as much of a face as possible with their parts.)

EYE
Arrrrrr!

EAR
Tuh!

NOSE
Ess!

MOUTH
Enn!

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
Danj!

EYE
Lift your hands up high-

EAR
And let your belly fail.

NOSE
Grab the kettledrum in your ear-

MOUTH
And pull the coffin out of your nose!

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
Few who know what good they are!

EYE
Arrrrrr!

EAR
Tuh!

NOSE
The cows are sitting on the telegraph wires playing chess.

MOUTH
Take your foot out of the butter before it is too late.

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
Van Gogh had an offensive breath and is dead.

EYE
Arrrrrr!

EAR
Tuh!

NOSE
Ess!

MOUTH
Art grows on society’s abdomen.

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
Heaven, hell and kayaking.

EYE
Arrrrrr!

EAR
Tuh!

NOSE
Ess!

MOUTH
Enn!

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
Einstein is a cigar and cuts himself off.

EYE
Let us stuff Monet. Let us. Let us.

EAR
Tuh!

NOSE
Ess!

MOUTH
Enn!

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
Danj!

EYE
Copyright reserved.

EAR
Kids eat free.

NOSE
Ess!

MOUTH
Enn!

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
Danj!

EYE
My toe nails are rosy and glittery.

EAR
I am ignored.

NOSE
Men have no instinct.

MOUTH
There is a long line passing through my middle-

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
-Crossing my nose-

EYE
-my Adam’s apple-

EAR
-my Eve’s plumb –

NOSE
-my naval-

MOUTH
-and other essential organs.

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
Danj!

(They each repeat their own designated monosyllabic sound, in order, as often as necessary, or unnecessary. Arrr, tuh, ess, enn, danj! Until we realize that they are saying “Art is in danger!” And then they break it down, mixing up the order and volume until is deconstructs and falls apart. They mumble and stumble and leave the stage until all that is left is Nose and Lobster Claw Mustache. Lobster Claw Mustache takes it place under Nose.)

NOSE
I love you.

LOBSTER CLAW MUSTACHE
I know.

(Blackout)

Week 27, Day 188 - "WTF"

(This was posted after midnight Saturday)

“WTF”

Written by Joe Janes

7/25/09

188 of 365

CAST

Muriel, late 20s

Tabitha, late 20s

(Lights up on Muriel standing near the buffet table of a high school reunion. Tabitha approaches.)

TABITHA

Muriel? Muriel Klotz?

MURIEL

Yes?

TABITHA (hugs Muriel)

Oh, my God! I haven’t since you since we graduated.

MURIEL

That’s right. We haven’t seen each other since then…you.

TABITHA

You…don’t remember me…it’s Tabitha. Tabitha Letterhos.

MURIEL

Oh, sure. Tabitha! We took Chemistry together.

TABITHA

Biology.

MURIEL

Of course. I get all my sciences mixed up.

TABITHA

You still don’t remember me.

MURIEL

No, no. Of course, I do. Tabitha. Just you’re hair-

TABITHA

Is exactly the same way I wore it ten years ago.

MURIEL

Well, you know, we all have put on a few extra pounds.

TABITHA

Except me.

MURIEL

Except you, is what I was going to say. You look great.

TABITHA

Right. You know, I used to think you were somebody real special. Someone I really admired. And I fooled myself into thinking we were friends, maybe not close friends, but friends enough to be glad to see each other, get together for coffee and to laugh about old times. I wasn’t even on your radar in high school, was I? Well, sorry I bothered you, Muriel. Enjoy the ten-year reunion.

(She exits.)

MURIEL

Facebook me!

(Blackout)

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Week 27, Day 187 - "A Little Psycho"

(This was posted after midnight Friday.)

“A Little Psycho”

Written by Joe Janes
7/24/09
187 of 365

CAST
Miranda, 30s
Frank, 30s

(Lights up on Miranda and Frank on a sofa kissing passionately. Miranda stops the action.)

MIRANDA
Okay. Okay. Wait. (She stakes a breath) Okay.

(They start kissing, again. Miranda breaks it off once more.)

MIRANDA (continuing)
Okay, okay. (Takes a deep breath.) Frank.

FRANK
Miranda.

MIRANDA
You can spend the night tonight, if you want to.

FRANK
Okay.

MIRANDA
Okay, what?

FRANK
Okay, I want to.

MIRANDA
One other question-

FRANK
I have two in my wallet.

MIRANDA
Two?

FRANK
I’m very optimistic.

MIRANDA
Okay. (They start kissing. She breaks away again.) Wait. That wasn’t the question I was asking. Good to know, but not what I was asking. We’ve only been dating a few weeks. I don’t know you very well.

FRANK
Okay. What do you want to know? I’m an open book. You can ask me anything.

MIRANDA
Are you a psycho?

FRANK
Am I a psycho?

MIRANDA
I really need to know before I get too hopeful about us. My last boyfriend was a psycho but I didn’t find out until after a year in. Then I spent another year trying to make it work with a psycho. So, are you a psycho?

FRANK
Yes.

MIRANDA
You are?

FRANK
A little. I’ve Googled your name several times.

MIRANDA
That’s not so bad. I Googled-

FRANK
I even Googled your name and my name together to see if you were writing about us somewhere.

MIRANDA
Did you find anything?

FRANK
Just my own blog.

MIRANDA
You have a blog?

FRANK
I also searched your name on several porn sites to see if you had any amateur adult videos out there.

MIRANDA
You did not find anything.

FRANK
Sadly, no. I even tried possible porn names – Randy Miranda, Miranda Mountaintops, Miranda Munch. You’re clean.

MIRANDA
Well, I guess that’s a little psycho-

FRANK
And then I Googled all your Facebook friends.

MIRANDA
That seems excessive.

FRANK
They seem like okay people. Your brother’s a Nazi, though.

MIRANDA
White Supremist doesn’t necessarily mean Nazi, Frank.

FRANK
But that’s the only thing I found that I thought was suspicious. You don’t appear to be dating anyone else.

MIRANDA
I told you I wasn’t.

FRANK
Hello – psycho.

MIRANDA
Right. That’s a shame. I really wanted you to stay over.

FRANK
Well, in my defense. That’s about the extent of my psychotic behavior. I’m not violent. I don’t break things. I won’t damage your clothes. I really do care about you.

MIRANDA
Well. I’d hate it if both your condoms went to waste.

FRANK
That’s more like it. And I’ll leave early so you have plenty of time to meet your mother for brunch.

MIRANDA
How did you know I was meeting my mother for brunch?

FRANK
I read your e-mail. Too much?

MIRANDA
Leave.

(Blackout.)

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Week 27, Day 186 - "Buenos Aires"

“Buenos Aires”
Written by Joe Janes
7/23/09
186 of 365

CAST:
Rosa, 20s
Luis, 20s
Roberto, 30s
Johnny, 20s
Adolfo, 40s

(Lights up on the terrace of a high society soiree. Rosa, in a beautiful evening gown, enters. She looks distraught and heads to the railing and looks out at the evening sky. Luis, in a tuxedo, enters and stands at the door.)

LUIS
Rosa, my darling.

ROSA (not turning)
Luis. No. Stay away. You must.

LUIS
Your lips say, “Stay away,” but your back says, “come hither.”

ROSA (turning)
Damn my back and its vocabulary. Damn my back, Luis, and damn you. (Whispering) Damn you.

(They embrace. They build tension as they lock eyes and almost kiss but press their faces cheek-to-cheek instead.)

ROSA (continuing)
I love you and I hate you.

LUIS
I love you and I hate you, too.

ROSA
Roberto must never know.

(Roberto enters wearing an Argentinean dress military uniform and carrying a glass of champagne. He sees Rosa and Luis and smashes the glass on the floor.)

ROBERTO
Rosa!

ROSA
Roberto!

ROBERTO
Luis!

LUIS
My friend. This is not how it looks.

ROBERTO
I have been a fool. My lover and my best friend.

LUIS
She is yours. Take her. I don’t want her. I was just telling her how much I hated her.

ROSA
He speaks the truth, Roberto. We are in hate with one another.

LUIS
True hate.

ROSA
We are hate mates.

ROBERTO
I should have listened to you my friend.

(Roberto starts crying and runs into Luis’s arms.)

LUIS
Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay.

ROSA
What did he mean listen to you?

LUIS
Nothing, nothing.

ROBERTA
He said you were a tramp who would eat my heart!

LUIS
Or that. I may have said something like that. I think I said, “break” your heart.

ROBERTO
Yes, yes, “break.” He said, “break.” I said, “eat.”

(Rosa starts hitting Luis who uses Roberto to block the blows.)

ROSA
I hate you even more now! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

(Johnny, an American in a nice suit, enters.)

JOHNNY
Rosa!

ROSA
Johnny!

JOHNNY
I waited for you in the taxicab, but you never came.

LUIS
You were going to leave?

ROBERTO
How could you leave us like that?

ROSA
Johnny and I are in love. Right, Johnny?

JOHNNY
That’s right. I’ve never loved anyone more deeply. Or quickly.

LUIS
When did you meet?

JOHNNY
About an hour ago. At the buffet. Near the prime rib.

ROSA
Oh, Johnny, let’s go. Let’s go, Johnny, now. Let’s run away forever, Johnny. Sweep me up in your arms, Johnny, and take me to your America so I can be free. (pause) Johnny?

JOHNNY
Right away, but first, who are these guys?

ROSA
Oh, how rude of me. This is Roberto, my lover and Luis, his best friend and also my lover whom I also hate.

JOHNNY
Is there anyone else I should know about?

(Adolfo wearing a tuxedo and a cape enters.)

ADOLFO (cheerfully)
Rosa, here you are!

ROSA
Adolfo! My husband!

ADOLFO (still cheerful)
You say that as if I caught you doing something other than just having a friendly conversation on the terrace with these three handsome gentlemen. How is everyone?

JOHNNY
Oh, fine.

LUIS
Good.

ROBERTO
I’ve been better.

ADOLFO
You’re missing a wonderful party inside. The band has started and everyone is dancing the night away. Shall we tango, Rosa?

ROSA
Of course, husband. Whatever you say.

ADOLFO
You gentlemen have a splendid evening. You look so lovely tonight, my dear…

(Adolfo escorts Rosa back into the party.)

JOHNNY
Well, I feel like a real heel.

LUIS
I didn’t know he was so nice!

ROBERTO
I didn’t know she was married. And to such a great guy.

JOHNNY
Should we go join the party?

LUIS
I think I’d feel really awkward.

ROBERTO
Me, too. Plus, Rosa was the only hottie.

LUIS
That’s true.

JOHNNY
Strip club?

LUIS
Sure, why not?

ROBERTO
That’s how I met Rosa!

(Blackout)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Week 27, Day 185 - "Turkey Fingers"

“Turkey Fingers”
Written by Joe Janes
7/22/09
185 of 365

CAST
Mrs. Gruber, 60s
Nate, 8
Principal Mylie, 40s
Cop, 30s

(Lights up on Mrs. Gruber, an old-fashioned elementary school teacher in her 60s. Nicely dressed. Very lady like and friendly. She addresses the audience.)

MRS. GRUBER
Children, children, guess what? Nappy time’s over, children. Guess what time it is? Time for arts and crafts. Come on over here and get some paper and crayons. You only need one sheet of paper. Go ahead and sit on the floor. There you go. Everybody share, when you share, you care.

(People from the audience are encouraged to get up and help themselves to paper and crayons and sit on the floor. Of course, there’s lots of room for ad-libbing and calling students by name. One student among the audience is Nate, who joins them.)

NATE
I’m still sleepy Mrs. Gruber.

MRS. GRUBER
Now, now, Nathaniel. That’s just the kool-aid talking. Be a good helper and pass out crayons and paper.

NATE
Okay.

MRS. GRUBER (continuing)
Don’t start drawing, yet. Wait until I give you directions, okay? Now, does anyone know what holiday is coming up? Anybody? It’s a holiday where you get to eat lots of really good yummy food that your mother makes for your family. Sometimes your grandmother helps out, usually by making a pumpkin pie. The men folk watch football on television. That’s right, Thanksgiving…. Now, then, everyone take your hand and place it on the paper with your fingers spread out real wide. Just like this… (She demonstrates) and trace your hand with one of your crayons… Very good. Try to stay close to your fingers…That’s good. Very good. Look at all the little artists…. Hold up your paper and take a look. What does it look like? You know what it looks like to me? A turkey! A naked turkey. Now, we don’t want the turkey to catch a cold, so we better put feathers on him. Use your crayons to make feathers for your turkey. Do a good job. If you do a good job, I’ll put your turkey on the “Good Job” wall…(As the children draw, Mrs. Gruber walks among them making comments and sharing fun facts about Thanksgiving)…

- Turkeys are a very important part of our national heritage. Does anyone know why? Ben Franklin wanted to make the turkey our national bird instead of the eagle. Ben Franklin was stupid.
- Turkeys have feathers and wings but can’t fly. Do you k now why they can’t fly? Because they’re too fat. There’s a lesson there for some of you, isn’t there?
- Does anyone know what a turkey sounds like? Can you make the sound? Tom turkeys make that sound as a mating call. Does anyone know what that means, because you shouldn’t?
- At the first Thanksgiving, they didn’t have a lot of the things that we have at Thanksgiving. They didn’t have any bread, butter, milk, cheese or pumpkin pie. This is why the pilgrims grew to hate the Indians.
- Has anyone ever got the wishbone of the turkey on Thanksgiving? You did? What did you wish for? It’s actually a bone at the top of the turkey’s chest, so when you’re making a wish, it’s like you’re snapping its neck from the inside. Neat-o, hunh?
-
(Mrs. Gruber also picks up different drawings, criticizing them for being good or bad or wall worthy. Principal Mylie enters and stands in the back of the room.)

PRINCIPAL (calmly)
Mrs. Gruber.

MRS. GRUBER
Principal Mylie. How nice of you to come visit us. Children, say hello to Principal Mylie.

PRINCIPAL
Hello, children. Mrs. Gruber, the police are outside.

MRS. GRUBER
Oh, did they wish to speak to the children about safety? Could they come back tomorrow? Right now, we’re making turkeys. Would you like to make a turkey, Principal Mylie?

PRINICPAL
No. Thank you. Mrs. Gruber, if I don’t come out in a few minutes. They’re going to come in and I can’t be responsible for what they might do to you.

MRS. GRUBER
Oh, my, that sounds serious.

PRINICPAL
You can’t just show up at the school and take children away in your station wagon.

MRS. GRUBER
You mean The Learning Mobile. Wasn’t riding in The Learning Mobile fun kids.

NATE
The fumes made me sleepy.

MRS. GRUBER
No, dear. That was the kool-aid.

PRINCIPAL
Mrs. Gruber. Phyllis. The children need to get out of your basement and come back to school. Their parents are worried.

MRS. GRUBER
The kids are safe here. They just woke up from their sleepy time nap and now we’re learning about Thanksgiving.

PRINCIPAL
Phyllis. You’re not a teacher anymore. You retired last year.

MRS. GRUBER
But, I didn’t retire.

PRINICPAL
Not willingly, no. You were retired. By the school board. Look, you really need to let the kids go or the police-

COP (Off, on a bullhorn)
Mrs. Gruber. This is the police. Let the children come out before we come in.

MRS. GRUBER
Children! Back to your seats! Quick! Quick!

(Mrs. Gruber turns out the lights as the kids scramble back to their seats. We hear sounds of a police SWAT team breaking down a door and storming the basement. They have lasers and flashlights on their rifles.)

MRS. GRUBER
My country tis of thee, Sweet Land of Liberty, Of thee I sing- Sing with me children! –

COP
Taser her! Taser her!

MRS. GRUBER (while being tasered)
Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride, From every mountainside, let freedom ring!!!


(We hear an electric shock. Blackout.)

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Week 27, Day 184 - "Disco Heaven"

“Disco Heaven”
Written by Joe Janes
7/21/09
184 of 365

CAST
Alan, 40s
Nina, 40s

(Lights up on Alan sitting in a chair. He is by himself off to the side and looks a little confused. He wears a tuxedo and “Happy New Year” paper hat. Nina enters on the other side of the stage. As she opens the door she’s entering from, we hear disco music. It silences when she closes the door.)

NINA
Alan?

ALAN
Yes?

NINA
Come on over here and have a seat. I have a few questions.

(Alan does what he’s told because he really doesn’t see any reason to do much of anything else.)

ALAN
I’m not sure how I got here.

NINA
Well, we still have to process you, so wherever you might think you are, you’re not there yet.

(He sits and Nina sits across from him.)

ALAN
Where am I?

NINA
You have no idea?

ALAN
Am I dead?

NINA
You’re alive. Your body’s dead. Your soul is here.

ALAN
How-

NINA
But let’s not get bogged down in all the ethereal details. A lot of people die every day and there’s a lot of work for me to do.

ALAN
Is this heaven?

NINA
No.

ALAN
Oh, no. Oh, no. Masturbation! All that self-pleasuring. I knew it was no good for me. Is it too late to ask for forgiveness?

(Nina gets up and moves towards the door.)

NINA
Alan. (She opens the door and we hear the disco music again.) This is heaven. (She closes it and crosses to the other side of the stage and opens a door. We hear muffled dialogue and some soundtrack music.) This is hell. Eternities of listening to your neighbor loudly watch an endless stream of films starring stand-up comedians. (She closes that door and comes back into the room) This (indicates the room) is neither heaven nor hell. We’re going to determine if we can get you from that seat into one of those two rooms. And, yes, it is too late to ask for forgiveness. You’re dead. You missed your window of opportunity. But if I kept people out for playing with themselves, heaven would be a very lonely place, don’t you think? Are we clear?

ALAN
Um, okay. Sure. I’m game. Let’s do this. What do I have to do to get into heaven?

NINA (sitting)
I just need to ask you a few questions. Get to know you a bit. Aside from chronic masturbation, what other interests do you have?

ALAN
Interests?

NINA
Yes.

ALAN
Well, I love the Bible. Just love it. Great read. All those thee's, thou's, begats and begots. Love the church. All the kneeling and praying and wine drinking. If I could go to church seven days a week, I would…have.

NINA
Alan. I need you to be honest in this process. Don’t tell me things that aren’t true because you think I want to hear them.

ALAN
Okay. Point taken. I help the homeless.

NINA
How do you help the homeless?

ALAN
By not disturbing them.

NINA
Alan. What do you do for fun?

ALAN
Fun?

NINA
Yes. Fun. What does Alan do to have a good time?

ALAN
Other than-?

NINA
Yes. Other than.

ALAN
Well, you can see by how I’m dressed that I like to party.

NINA
Alan. Your body was found alone in your studio apartment. You died trying to heat up a can of Cheez-Whiz on the stove while rocking with Ryan Seacrest on the tube.

ALAN
I died in my quest for warm cheese.

NINA
Yes. And it doesn’t sound like you were having a lot of fun.

ALAN
To get into heaven, I need to prove to you that I can have a good time?

NINA
The only real mortal sin is boredom.

ALAN
What about murder?

NINA
That’s still bad, but boredom trumps murder. If you had bored someone to death, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Heaven is forever. We want people we can hang with and enjoy. Not people who shut themselves up in their room and whack off. Those people to hell. And there’s no porn in hell.

ALAN
No porn in hell? That doesn’t seem right.

NINA
It does if you want people to not have a good time. The only thing to masturbate to in hell is the muffled voice of Rob Schneider.

ALAN
I’m a fun guy.

NINA
You’re not convincing me. You worked eight-to-ten hour days doing data entry, ate lunch out of vending machines alone in the employee break room, ate frozen entrees for dinner. Spent your evenings watching television with the remote in one hand and your genitalia in the other.

ALAN
But my weekends-

NINA
More television, more masturbating, less work. Heaven is a party. You have all the earmarks of a buzz kill. I’m afraid-

ALAN
Wait. Wait. Give me another chance. I…I…I-I-I-I…do…impressions.

NINA
You do impressions?

ALAN
Yes. All the time. Around the apartment. I never did them for anybody, but they really crack me up. I think people will enjoy it.

NINA
Okay. Amaze me.

ALAN
Um… Okay… (He switches to a duck voice) “Frankly, Scarlet, I don’t give a damn.”

NINA
That was -?

ALAN
Oh, I forgot to tell you. All my impressions are celebrities as ducks. That was Clark Gable, as a duck.

NINA
Do another one.

ALAN (as a duck)
“That’s one small step for man, a giant leap for mankind – quack, quack, quack, quack!”

NINA
That’s delightful! I love it.

ALAN (as a duck)
“I’m glad you like it, pilgrim.”

NINA
John Wayne! Come with me, Alan. You’re going to heaven.

(Nina moves to the door with Alan in tow.)

ALAN
Yay! I mean (duck voice) "yay!"

NINA
Can you do Donald Duck?

ALAN
Uh, no. I can’t do celebrity ducks.

(Nina looks at the door to hell and then back.)

NINA (opening heaven’s door, “Disco Duck” is playing)
That’s okay. Keep it under your hat.

ALAN (awkwardly and enthusiastically hugs Nina)
Thanks, Nina.

NINA
You’re welcome, you’re welcome. Go before I change my mind.

(They both start dancing as they walk into heaven. Nina closes the door behind here, shutting out the music. Blackout.)

Monday, July 20, 2009

Week 27, Day 183 - "Dry Dock"

“Dry Dock”
Written by Joe Janes
7/20/09
183 of 365

CAST
Eric, 20s
Graham, 20s
Cheri, 20s
Tamara, 20s

(Lights up on Graham sitting at his desk working. Nearby, are two other desks, presently vacant. Eric enters.)

ERIC
Graham!

GRAHAM
Hi, Eric.

ERIC
Hey, Buddy. I’ve been thinking about you.

GRAHAM
Okay…?

ERIC
Dude, you need to go out with me this weekend. My sister’s in town.

GRAHAM
You’re trying to fix me up with your sister?

ERIC
You’ll thank me for it. LuAnn is so frickin’ easy.

GRAHAM
Man, that’s gross. You don’t arrange for someone to hook up with your sister.

ERIC
I’m doing it for you. You broke up with Louisa last year. When was the last time you got laid?

GRAHAM
A year and a half ago.

ERIC
Time to let a new dog gnaw on that bone of yours.

GRAHAM
You’re calling your sister easy and a dog?

ERIC
No, dude. It’s a metaphor. Or an analogy. She’s not a dog. Here, look. (He shows her a picture on his cell phone.)

GRAHAM
That’s Loni Anderson.

ERIC
Exactly. She looks like Loni Anderson. 1970s WKRP Loni Anderson. Not whatever Loni Anderson looks like now. Trust me, my sister is just what you need. You’ve been so tense lately. Let me call her. You guys meet for drinks. Her fav is Jagermeister and Sprite. I’ll tell her to wear that tube top that really shows off her boobs.

GRAHAM
Me, weirded out. You, leaving.

ERIC
I’m going, I’m going. Just think about it.

(Cheri and Tamara enter and sit at their desks.)

ERIC
Good day to you, fine ladies.

CHERI
Hey, Eric.

TAMARA
Hey.

ERIC
Careful with this one. He’s all wound up.

(Eric exits)

CHERI
Oh, my God, Graham. Tamara and I both just got a facial.

TAMARA
Rodney somehow managed to do us both at same time. It was amazing.

CHERI
Incredible. You’d think he had an extra arm he was rubbing us with.

TAMARA
I am so relaxed. That facial really did it to me.

CHERI
I can still smell Rodney on me.

GRAHAM
I’m glad you two had such a beneficial lunch break.

CHERI
You have no idea.

GRAHAM
Oh, Tamara, your husband called.

(He hands her a note.)

TAMARA
Thank you, Graham. Oh, isn’t that sweet. Just called to say I’m thinking of you and can’t wait till tonight.

CHERI
What’s tonight?

TAMARA
It’s the third anniversary of when we first started dating.

CHERI
That’s adorable.

TAMARA
He always gets me something special. Last year, it was a pearl necklace.

CHERI
Make sure you keep a tight grip on that one.

TAMARA
Oh, I am. With both hands. And my teeth. (They laugh.) What are you doing tonight?

CHERI
I am practicing my flute.

TAMARA
Really? That’s wonderful. I should do that.

CHERI
I played a lot in high school and college and decided to try it, again. I’m a little sloppy. And loud.

TAMARA
Chuck doesn’t mind the noise?

CHERI
Oh, no. He loves it. He just sits back in the Lazy Boy while I go to town on that flute. I put my lips on it as often as I can.

TAMARA
Must be rough on your mouth.

CHERI
That and all the fingering.

GRAHAM
All right! All right! Just stop. Please.

TAMARA
What’s wrong?

GRAHAM
What’s wrong? Listen to yourselves. I haven’t had sex in over a year. I’m about to go out of my mind here. Enough with the double entendres.

CHERI
Double entendres?

GRAHAM
Yes! “Facials,” “pearl necklace,” “flute-ing.” You telling me you didn’t realize those things have double meanings?

TAMARA
Oh, he’s right. I guess they do! I never thought of that.

CHERI
That’s so funny.

TAMARA
Sorry, Graham.

CHERI
How awkward. We really didn’t mean anything by it.

TAMARA
From now on, no double meanings.

CHERI
Single meanings only.
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GRAHAM
Thank you. You know, maybe Eric is right. He was telling me how tense I’ve been. Can you give me Rodney’s number? Maybe he can fit me in this afternoon.

CHERI (handing him Rodney’s card)
Well, okay. If that’s works for you.

GRAHAM
What? Guys get facials, too.

TAMARA
I’m sure they do, but it sounds like you need more than some guy shooting jizz on your face.

(Blackout)