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The play opens in the living room of Moe Marley’s house. Slim, Moe’s bitter, sarcastic friend, is sitting on the couch reading a newspaper. Moe calls from offstage.
Hey, Slim! Have you seen my tie?
Slim notices the tie sticking out from under the cushion. He pulls the tie out, holds it up, then throws the tie on the ground.
Moe walks in from stage left.
Well, that’s just great. This is a special ceremony and I’m missing my only black tie!
Slim pulls out a yellow tie and a large black marker.
Color your heart out.
Shaking his head, annoyed:
It’s your funeral.
No, actually it’s my Aunt Edna’s wake.
Raises an eyebrow:
And you’re taking....Rachel with you?
Slaps on aftershave:
Yes. I think this is it. The big night. The night I ask Rachel to be my wife.
And what better place to propose then a relative’s wake.
Moe gives Slim an irritated look.
Granted it’s not the most appropriate of places, but it’s the only time this week that I’ll be free, and I feel I should strike while the iron’s hot.
Moe turns his back to the audience looking for his tie revealing a large iron burn on the back of his shirt.
I see you’re good at that.
Turning back around:
Besides, if you think about it, it’s kind of romantic, a wedding proposal at a wake, the irony, it’s just like that movie.
Four Weddings and a Funeral?
No, Pet Cemetery.
They pause and look at each other, puzzled.
As Moe says:
That can’t be right.
They look at each other puzzled once more.
At any rate, Aunt Edna’s wake is a perfect place to propose. It’s all part of the plan.
And what the hell might that be, Mr. Savoir faire, if you’ll pardon my French.
Well, it just so happens that I’m going to propose with the very same ring that my Aunt Edna received forty years ago. It’ll be tradition.
It’ll be creepy.
I sent Bill over to Aunt Edna’s place to find it. And once I get that ring I’ll have this proposal in the bag.
And Slim, I assumed that you’ve made reservations at Chez Chez
for Rachel and myself this evening?
You assumed that?
Slim begin chuckling and Moe, hoping this is a positive sign, begins chuckling also.
Slim laughs harder, and Moe seems kind of sure where this is headed.
You really assumed that?
Moe’s laughter–and hope–dies out.
Well, you know me...
He stops laughing and returns to his gruff state.
And you assumed wrong.
Slimmmm! It’s just one simple phone call. Besides, you spent half the eighties dialing up “867-5309”...
Slim simply stares at him. Moe sighs.
I hope Rachel likes drive-through...
Moe gives up his appeals and resumes looking for his tie. Slim picks up the paper and begins to read. Moe turns back to Slim.
Oh, by the way, Slim, the bank called.
Not looking up from paper:
They said you were writing bad checks again.
Bad checks, huh? Well, they can take their bad checks and stick them up their...
Doorbell rings, interrupting Slim. Moe walks over to the front door and opens it. Enter Rachel, Moe’s girlfriend. Slim continues reading the paper, ignoring her.
I’ve missed you these past few days.
From behind paper:
Moe gives Slim an evil stare, exposing his iron burn to Rachel.
Oh, no, dearest, you have a horrible iron burn on the back of your shirt.
Moe attempts to see the burn, turning in circles like a dog chasing its tail.
Rachel stops his spinning.
He thinks, then holds up his hand and says:
Not to worry, I’ll be wearing my jacket over my shirt...
He trails off as he picks up the jacket, exposing yet another iron burn.
You have quite the talent.
That is the last time I let Bill iron.
I guess I’ll have to find another jacket.
How ’bout the one with the ruffles and sequins?
I’ll look for it. Why don’t the two of you get better acquainted while I go change?
Moe exits stage left. Rachel sits on the recliner next to Slim. Slim throws down his newspaper as a coo-coo clock begins to tick. There is a long pause; both just stare at each other.
So, you date Moe.
Yes, I’ve been dating him for over a year now.
There is another pause and both just sit there. Clock continues to tick.
It’s strange, Moe never really mentioned you before.
That’s because he’s an egotistical narcissist.
Look it up.
An uncomfortable silence follows. The clock continues to tick.
What do you do?
Well, I can juggle plates while singing “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary.”
Rachel chuckles at her own joke. Slim just stares. Rachel stops.
I was asking what your job was.
I know I just...it was a joke.
Anyway, I’ve just signed on with Chemical.
You’re a drug dealer?
No! Chemical Bank!
I hate banks!
Coo-coo clock strikes.
You hate what?
Banks. The service stinks, the lines are too long and they always have interest in your accounts.
Nervously, she gets up:
OK. If you don’t mind, I’m going to go to the kitchen...
At least one of us can.
What do you mean?
He motions to his legs, pretending to be invalid.
You know what I mean. I guess you’re one of those sickos that take pleasure in deriding the physically handicapped.
Going over to him:
Oh! I’m sorry!
As she nears Slim, he somersaults off the couch, gets up, and does a dance step.
Looking at his legs in mock surprise:
It’s a miracle!
Horrified by the display:
You’re a monster!
Are you wearing that to the wake?
What’s wrong with it?
It’s old. My grandmother wouldn’t wear that.
I think it calls up memories of a... a simpler time.
Yeah, the Civil War. Moe won’t be able to tell which one’s the corpse.
How dare you! I can’t take this abuse any longer! Tell Moe I’ll meet him at the funeral home!
Rachel storms out the front door, slamming it behind her.
Talk about a short fuse.
Slim picks up a dictionary and begins reading. Moe enters from stage left.
Not looking up:
Without me? Are you serious?!
In sarcastic reference to Rachel’s absence:
No, I’m joking.
Why would she do that?!
You can’t trust those bank people.
Were you talking about your loathing of banks again?
Among other things.
Moe looks at the ground and sighs. He spots something.
There’s my tie.
He sighs again.
I guess I’ll have to go to the wake alone now.
Moe turns around and begins putting on his tie revealing another iron burn on the back of his new jacket. Slim shakes his head. Still putting on the tie, Moe opens the front door, begins to walk out, stops, and walks back in.
Bill’s still not back yet?
You know how the roads can be.
There is the sound of screeching tires and a crash. Slim and Moe run towards the front door as Bill bursts in.
I can’t believe it! I just can’t believe it! How could I be so stupid?! I’m so unreliable!!
He begins pounding his head on the table.
Duh! Duh! Duh!
Bill looks up from table.
What happened?! What happened?! You wanna know what happened?! That stupid cat from next door happened to saunter across the road just as I was driving past. I crashed trying to let it cross to the other side!!
That reminds me of a little joke.
He begins to chuckle to himself. Moe and Bill stare. Slim suddenly stops and returns to normal.
You were saying?
Trying to contain himself:
What kind of people let their cats roam around the streets just begging to be made road pizza?
Doorbell rings. Moe answers the front door. Enter Eva Orkanscharkerfickenkraut, the German temptress.
Vhere is de dummkopf who tried to kill my cat?!
Kill your cat?! Kill your cat?! I think you got your story mixed up there, Mrs. Orkan Skunkin Sauerkraut!
Zat’s Orkanscharkerfickenkraut you dimvit!
Hey, about my car...
I was driving the car like any other human being when your el gato jumped out in front of it and now the car is totaled!
Well, there’s no chance anyone could drive it now. Unless you want to take the telephone pole in its side with you around town.
How could you total my car?!
You’re blaming me? You’re blaming me?! Blame her!
He points at Eva.
Her and that little rat of a feline who decided to hinder my locomotion!
You’re just a regular Funk n’ Wagnall.
Watch your language!
Slim holds up his Funk and Wagnall dictionary.
De damage done to my little Heidrich may not be as physical as de damage done to de car, but de damage is plain on de inside.
Let’s rip her open and find out.
I’m sorry, but I still have no car to get to the wake.
Eva walks up to Moe, looking him over.
I could give you a ride.
That’s really a nice offer, but I couldn’t impose.
Eva moves closer. Moe says, reluctantly:
Moe begins to move away.
Let me get my tie on.
Let me help.
She begins to move towards Moe. He runs offstage with Eva in pursuit. After both have left, Bill suddenly grabs Slim by both shoulders and shakes him.
I couldn’t find it! I looked everywhere! The jewelry box, the attic, the garage, even in the damn trash compactor.
Slim pries Bill’s hands off of his shoulders.
It just wasn’t there! Moe needs that ring! Where could it be?!
Slim hands the dictionary to Bill.
This always answers all my questions.
Bill hurriedly rips through the pages. He turns the book around and reads the title.
Wait a minute, this is absolutely pointless!
He tosses book over his shoulder.
Must be the abridged version.
What am I going to do?! I’ve got to find that ring! Slim! If you were a dead woman, what would you do with your jewelry?
Don’t be ridiculous, why would she...
He realized what Slim has implied and yells:
Bill runs out the door. He yells “Taxi!” from offstage. Tires screech. Moe runs in adjusting his belt with Eva close behind. His tie is still not tied.
Thanks Eva, but I’m sure my belt is buckled just fine.
I just vanted to make sure. Are ve ready to leave?
I’m ready to depart for the departed.
He chuckles and stops when Eva and Slim give him an icy stare.
Let’s just go.
Exit Moe and Eva. Slim sits down on the sofa. The phone rings and he picks it up.
Mr. Slim Pickett?
This is the bank.
End of Scene 1.
Scene opens in a funeral home. There is a coffin off to one side. Rachel and Katherine chat on the other side of the stage.
I’m sorry to hear about...uh...her death. It must have come as a shock.
After a half a year on life support?
Bill rushes in from stage right, through the front door, and sees the sign in book. He rushes over to it, looks at it, then walks over to the ladies. He addresses Katherine.
Am I supposed to sign in?
If you’d like.
Bill goes back to the book, signs it, then reads it. He drops the pen.
Oh, my God! Rachel’s already here!
Fumbling for words:
Oh, I’m sorry. What I meant was...
Bill falls on his knees, looking reverently towards the ceiling.
“Oh, my God.”
He then stands up and says brightly.
“Rachel’s... already here”!
Do I know you?
Bill walks towards the women.
Yes. I’m one of Moe’s friends.
Under her breath:
Oh, my Lord.
What was that?
I was just saying:
“Oh! My Lord!”
Changing the subject:
Is Moe with you?
Nope. Moe’s...running a little late. He caught a ride with Eva.
Eva? Who’s Eva?
Eva’s his next door neighbor.
Oh, that Eva. The one who sent me those nasty letters in the mail and wrote REDRUM on my rearview mirror.
That sounds like Eva.
And those rude phone calls. It seems like the phone never stops ringing.
I was supposed to remember something...
She walks away, back to Katherine.
Checks her watch:
This is insane! Mel should have been here 20 minutes ago! When he gets here I’ll wring his neck.
...It was something important...
Mel enters through the front door. Mel O'Malley comes very close to being the stereotypical Irishman. He is boorish, loud, and comes in without much obvious respect for the dead, which happens to be his wife.
Katherine! Well, boil me in oil! I figured you’d still be at the phones, ringin’ for me at my house! It was insane!
...But what? What do I need?!
To irk Katherine:
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!
Will you pipe down! I can’t remember what I’m here for with all that noise!
Ignoring Bill, but stopping, he turns to Katherine.
You’re a crazy old bag, ain’t ya?
That’s it! The old bag’s ring!
Everyone stops and looks at Bill, who retreats into the corner. Mel looks around the room.
Well, look at the huge turnout for my dear departed wife. You’d figure the queen died!
Now Mel, I don’t want you raising a fuss over this. I tried as hard as I could to get the rest of the family here.
Well, who the hell in the family is here?! Ya got you, me, and them two strangers. Probably lawyers or the like.
Oh, no. We’re—
But you’re with the bank, aren’t you?
The bank?! The bank, is it?! Well, let me tell you somethin’, bank lass, we made every last payment for this funeral, and if you think you can squeeze another bloody drop out of us, you’ve got another thing comin’!
Uh, well, he’s a lawyer!
Oh, so we’ve got a whole bloody flock of vultures swoopin’ down at my wife, eh? Well, I’ll have you know that our will was signed in the presence of a witness with sound mind and body! There wasn’t nothin’ dishonest about it, even if we did bet the will in a poker game!
Back to the argument:
And just for the record, I did make an attempt to get people here. I called Cousin Gerry!
Cousin Gerry? We haven’t seen him since he became one of them goddamn born-again Christians!
I think I really made progress with him. I almost got him to come off the compound.
She notices Bill and Rachel’s confused reactions.
Don’t tell me your family isn’t like this, lawyerboy!
But I’m not a—
And did you call the rest of the barrel of monkeys, as well? How about your Uncle Marvin? Him and his slush fund fiasco. And then there’s his wife—excuse me—exwife. I guess we’ll see her in 10 to 20 years, eh?
With time off for good behavior!
For Christ’s sake, woman...
Everyone inhales sharply.
...that’s my bloody point! This whole family’s been shot to hell, and you know it! The only people with any decency left are Edna, who’s dead now, and, Moe.
Where the hell is Moe, anyway?
He’s with Eva!
Eva? Who’s Eva?
She’s a psychopath!
There goes another family member.
Well, I guess we’ll just start without him.
They all walk to the closed coffin, Mel in the lead.
Ladies and....gentleman, we are gathered here today to pay tribute to...
Bill nervously raises his hand, interrupting Mel.
What the hell are you raising your hand for?!
Well, it’s just that...uh...well...shouldn’t the coffin be open?
And what’s the bloody point of that?
It’s just that....uh...Aunt Edna...it might be better if we see Aunt Edna.
If you don’t be shuttin’ your mouth you’ll be seein’ her real soon. Now, as I was sayin’, we are gathered here today to pay tribute to my dearly beloved Edna. In honor of her untimely demise I have written a heartfelt limerick.
Mel takes out a piece of paper and clears his throat noisily.
There once was a woman named Edna,
Who got an idea in her head-na,
She knew I adored her,
But felt that I bored her,
So, I never could take her to bed-na.
He is greeted with silence. The two women look at each other incredulously.
Yes, Edna was a great person, and...
Bill once again interrupts with his hand.
For Christ’s sake!
There is a sharp intake of breath from all.
What do you want now?!
Could...could I go to the bathroom?
Yes! Yes! Go to the goddamn pisser! I don’t give a feathered fig!
Bill runs off stage left.
Yeah, a kinda bass akwards way of saying somethin’ else...not so appropriate.
Since when did that stop you?
Mel shoots Katherine an evil look.
Did you say bass...akwards?
Listen, I’d tell ya what that means but I’d end up getting myself in a mell of a hess and I...
Mell of a...?
Forget it, forget it! Let’s just get back to Edna, OK?
Now. Edna. What does that name bring to mind? Her loving smile, her calm nature, her unselfishness.
As Mel continues, Bill sneaks back onstage and behind the coffin on his knees, unnoticed by the others. He attempts to inch open the coffin.
The long walks down the forest path in the woods together, the nights when we would sit out on the porch watching the moon. This woman...
Mel slams the coffin lid, preventing Bill from opening it.
...was an absolute treasure.
When Mel removes his hand, Bill resumes inching open the coffin lid.
A woman who strove to succeed. The word failure was a word unknown to her. This woman...
Mel again raps the coffin lid stops Bill from opening the lid.
...wanted to face the world, to make a difference! For hours she labored in the community, the church, trying to make this world we live in a better place. If there’s one person here who can relate to this it is I. My wife helped me through one of the most trying times in my life. Truly, if there was one woman we could call a saint it was Edna O’Malley.
Bill has managed to get the coffin open enough so he can reach his hand in. As Mel says Edna’s name, he again raps his knuckles against the coffin, pinning Bill’s hand. Bill jumps up with a yell holding his hurt hand. Everyone looks at him, there is a pause.
Suddenly full of falsified grief:
OH, EDNA! I loved you so much!
Bill falls upon the coffin pretending to cry.
That guy’s a loony.
Back to normal:
Who’s a loony?
Listen, ya loony lawyerboy, would you please just shut your mug for two more seconds so I can finish this damn Albany?!
Oh, I’m sorry Miss Grammar.
Mel continues with his eulogy.
I know that each of us will always have Edna in our hearts and Edna, if you’re looking over us today...hi.
Would anyone else like to say a few words?
Yes, I would.
Terrific, the lawyerboy wants to read his goddamn opening statement.
First off, I’m not a lawyer!
Right, and I’m Pekinese.
Anyway, Mel’s stirring speech brings up a few good points. Mel says himself that Edna wanted to face the world.
And what the point?
The point is that Edna should be facing the world one last time before she is put to rest!
So, you want me to open the coffin.
The lawyer does have a point.
It would be what she’d want.
Oh, for the love of God, OK! We’ll open up the coffin.
With help from Bill, Mel opens up the coffin lid. They all gather around and are visibly disturbed by what they see.
Oh, my God!
I thought she died when they took her off the respirator.
Now who told ya that blarney? She died at the hands of her plastic surgeon.
What went wrong?
Ya know, I often wonder the same thing. I mean that guy was a professional. Said he even did Michael Jackson’s surgery.
Well that explains that.
In normal tone:
Exactly what was it she was having surgery done on anyway?
Mel whispers something in Bill’s ear and Bill screams, then faints dead away.
End Scene 2.
The scene is back at Moe’s house. Slim is sitting on the couch, finishing reading his Funk & Wagnall dictionary.
“Zymosis: any form of fermentation. Zymurgy: the branch of chemistry devoted to zymosis. The End.”
Putting the book down, he sniffles.
That was deep. Ah, let’s see; what’s next on my “to do” list?
Slim turns around and picks up a large piece of paper which boldly proclaims, “CALL CHEZ CHEZ”. Slim stares at it for a moment, then puts it down and shouts:
There is no response. Slim sighs in satisfaction, then says:
I love my work...
The doorbell rings once, then numerous times.
But, back to my own personal hell...
He slowly gets up to open the door, letting Sarah Hayes in the house. She obviously knows Slim, and is not surprised when he, rather than saying anything to her, goes back to the couch.
You’re always quite the gentleman, aren’t you?
I try to be.
She opens her briefcase and takes out documents, which she throws at Slim.
Here. I suppose you still know how to read, Mr. Pickett?
Sarcastically, as he reads the documents:
Why, does that qualify me for bank employment?
If you happen to notice the total on the bottom right, you might see that you owe our bank 150 dollars.
One-hundred and fifty dollars. Oh, my God. I don’t see how your bank could survive without my contribution.
How could I be so callous as to ignore the basic needs of the bank? I see how you could let maybe fifty dollars slide, but one-hundred and fifty?
Putting his hand on Sarah’s shoulder.
I understand where you’re coming from.
Unperturbed by Slim’s speech:
So you’re going to pay your bill?
So that leaves us right back where we started.
I believe we started in a small, crowded cafeteria on a dusky Autumn afternoon. I took the bronze. You took the silver. I took your science fair project. That started something you would never forgive yourself for.
With a devilish smile:
You mean with Mr. Bobbins?
Yes. Mr. Bobbins. I still don’t think you understand just how important he was to me.
Oh, really? I believe I was one of the first people to notice his...certain charms.
You only noticed enough to cause all that trouble at the science fair. What you did to him there was completely unforgivable. Mr. Bobbins was more of a man than you thought he was.
Man or not, I just couldn’t bear to be around him.
For the first time, Slim shows true emotion— annoyance.
See, there you go again, playing on words, making light of a serious situation!
What are you talking about?!
Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about! Don’t even pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s the same thing you did with that whole “Pickin’s” thing. You know, that “Slim Pickin’s” thing.
“Slim Pickin’s”. How could I forget that? I’ve been calling you that since the fifth grade! That’s hilarious!
That’s hurtful. I would have preferred any name to that. “Slim Jim.” “Pickett’s Charge”. But, no, you had to christen me “Slim Pickin’s.”
It’s the reason I married you.
And it’s the reason I divorced you. Or haven’t you figured that out?
What? The divorce? I think I know what I’ve signed.
Oh, I’m sure you know about the divorce. I’m sure you wouldn’t let one minor detail pass out of your sight. I bet you can even remember the judge’s name.
The Honorable Bryant Hall.
Names and faces, that’s all they are. I bet you—I bet you don’t even know the reason why I filed for divorce.
Ooohh, there’s a tough one.
Turning to face Slim, almost as if she were staring him down.
How many guesses do I get?
I’ll give you a sporting chance. Three.
Let’s see, wanted to go back to the bachelor’s life? No... I’ve got it; fear of commitment. No? Well, I’ve only got one guess left, better make it count. Hmmm...
Sarah drops the act and confronts Slim with total seriousness.
You were jealous of your professional woman.
In response to this, Slim stares at Sarah, cracks a smile, then burst into gleefully evil laughter.
Jealous?! Of you?! I’m sorry, but that’s the farthest explanation from what I’ve had in mind. I guess you haven’t been paying attention since the fifth grade.
Oh, really? Since the moment I started working, you did nothing but criticize the bank and its business. And you sat at home everyday reading from those damn dictionaries of yours. Meanwhile, I’ve become a branch manager.
She stops and looks at Slim.
And what have you been doing, Slim?
Ah, well, I’ve dabbled a bit in zymurgy... you know...
The study of fermentation? That’s typical of you, Slim. Always looking for a way out through alcohol.
She picks up the dictionary.
...And I see other habits also die hard.
She flips to the back page of the dictionary.
“Zymurgy”, what a surprise. Zipped through the latest edition, did you, Mr. Pickin’s?
Angry, but still in control of his temper:
You see, Sarah? You see how this is a perfect example of why you and I are not together?! Do you?!
No, I don’t.
You don’t see that most basic premise of your personality? Well, then I guess I’ll have to explain that to you as well. Let me give you an example.
Slim picks up the newspaper with one hand and the dictionary with the other.
Now, let’s say that this newspaper represents me, and that this dictionary represents you.
Why doesn’t the dictionary represent you?
It just doesn’t. Now, every time—
I certainly don’t weigh more than you.
Use your imagination. Every time we were—
And I am definitely the less literary minded.
Every time we would spend time together, you would do something to belittle and abuse me.
He plays with the paper and dictionary as if they were dolls and begins speaking in a childish falsetto voice for both objects.
“Hey, there, Slim Pickin’s!” “No, go away!” “I’m gonna ruin your life!”
He begins hitting the newspaper with the dictionary.
He stops and speaks normally.
I understand that you need to get out of the house more often.
You never stopped treating me like dirt. Even after we got married, you continued to make me feel miserable. That’s why I divorced you. It wasn’t romance, it was routine!
Sarah begins to respond, but is interrupted by the phone ringing. Slim answers it.
He listens for a second then says, “Aha”! He turns to Sarah.
Come here and listen to this.
Sarah takes the phone and listens.
What is this?
One of those prerecorded bank messages.
It sounds like you.
That thing has as much personality as a snowpea. It just tonelessly says,
In a mechanical voice.
He talks in a feminine voice.
in a mechanical voice.
Please be advised that you owe our banking service...
in a feminine voice.
150 dollars—fine for three bounced checks.” I don’t even have a checking account.
You’re just mad because you can’t yell obscenities at it and get it upset. I know that’s what you live for.
You are such a comedian. I’m mad because your machine never calls with real complaints.
No, real complaints, huh? Then you’d love this one. The machine just informed me that you missed a Christmas club payment.
Ho, ho, ho. You have that damn thing calling me five times a day.
So? I bet it’s the only companionship you have right now.
While I won’t discuss any further the companionship I get over the phone... These interruptions prevent me from completing my sacred duty of making reservations at Chez Chez.
Chez Chez? The French place?
Oui oui. Moe Marley wishes to take his girlfriend to a romantic dinner of dead snails and scalding hot cheese, and he’s entrusting me to secure a table. Now, if you’ll excuse me...
Slim picks up the phone, but Sarah grabs it and puts it down.
Nice try, Pickin’s, but you are hardly the person who gets along with restaurant staff. Don’t you remember when we dined at that Chinese place?
Yeah. I told them what they can do with their fortune cookies.
Yeah, I bet Confucius never saw that one coming. And I’m sure he never expected your obnoxious comments about the “Yellow Pages” either.
Yes, but consider my alternatives, I could talk to restaurateurs, or I could talk to you. God forbid that I ignore you. I almost forgot that this visit had nothing to do with money. This was about your lonely life!
This is simply a guess, but I don’t think that you’ve had someone in your life for quite a while.
And why do you say that?
Oh, it might be a wild prognostication, but I can’t see any other reason why you’d pester your ex-husband.
You think I came here to spend time with you?!
Well, it ain’t for the guided tour.
And the fact that you owe the bank 150 dollars is irrelevant?
You need a man. A woman. Anything, so that I won’t have to deal with you. What happened to that teller Eduardo you were dating?
Eduardo? Oh, things didn’t work out between us.
Ah, had too much in common; the same place of employment, that’s tough. Let’s see, who has a job that isn’t the least bit related to yours? How about a park ranger?
Sarah reaches for her briefcase.
You want me to date Smokey the Bear?
No, just someone who’ll watch the forest, trim the trees, tend to the animals, all that nature crap you love.
Sarah puts the briefcase down.
I’d have thought by now you would know that I am not a nature fan. Don’t you remember when I flushed your turtle?
You would have loved to have been here before. Bill almost hit Eva’s cat.
Eva? Who’s Eva?
Eva’s my square dance partner. Yee Haw.
Ignoring Slim’s remark:
At any rate, I would never date a man who has an interest in fauna. I can put up with many things, but I draw the line at any animals.
I guess that eliminates every man. You’ll have to die an old maid.
Well, there is one man in my life.
Sarah opens her briefcase.
I’m not a man!
I’m not your man.
You think I’m talking about you, Mr. Slim Pickin’s? No, I prefer a man with a little more hair on his chest.
I could hang a Chia Pet around my neck...
The only thing I need from you is your reaction.
I can’t bear the suspense.
An interesting choice of words...
With a flourish, she pulls out a small teddy bear from her briefcase and holds it high. Slim is shocked.
MR. BOBBINS?! NOOOOO!!!!
End of Scene 3.
The scene opens in Eva’s car. Eva is driving and Moe is in the passenger’s seat. The car should simply be the front and back seats of a normal car. A screen projector or moving lights could possibly be added to simulate driving. Eva should mime motions of driving the entire time.
It is alvays sad vhen a loved one passes avay.
Ah, Orkansh... Orkanshark... Eva. That’s an interesting name. Where are you from?
Oh, no. I lived the first nine years of my life in Bunterheim, Germany.
Ah, what side of the road do they drive on in Germany?
De right, vhy?
It’s the same here.
Eva mimes turning the wheel.
Forgive me. I find it zo hard to drive vith zo many...
She glances seductively at Moe.
It’s very nice of you to drive me, Eva.
No problem. I’m sure this vake means alot to you.
Yeah, and thanks to Bill totaling my car, I’m going to be late.
How long did you know her?
Well, the car’s about two years old...
No, I meant Aunt Edna.
Oh, Edna? I never saw her much, only on holidays and family gatherings. I really don’t know much about her except what I heard from my mother. It seems that the only people that knew her were my mother, Uncle Mel: Edna’s husband, and Katherine, whose relation to Edna or myself I never quite understood. Regardless, I know my mother wouldn’t want me to miss this.
There is a pause.
It must be hard dealing vith a spastic catkiller und an overly sarcastic dictionary reader.
Naa, it works. We’ve been buddies since college—part of the same fraternity.
Phi Beta Kappa?
No, I Felta Thigh.
Eva inches her hand over, attempting to feel Moe’s thigh. Moe turns and peers out the side window trying to look behind.
Did that sign just say Canadian border, ten miles?
Uh...ve are taking de shortcut.
Moe accepts this. There is a meow from the back seat. Moe turns and looks into the back seat.
Oh, I see you brought your cat along.
Ja. My Heidrich is a sensitive animal. Loneliness comes quickly to him, zo I bring him vith me ver ever I go.
Moe reaches to the unseen cat.
There is a loud screech and a hiss, Moe jerks his hand out from behind the seat and holds it like it is injured.
Owww! That cat bit me!
He is nervous around strangers, especially...men.
Moe looks at his injured hand.
Gee, this is bleeding a little bit. Do you have a Band-Aid?
Try de first aid kit under de seat.
Moe pulls the first aid kit from under the seat and opens it.
OK, let’s see here...
He pulls out pepper spray.
Eva glances over.
Yes, I keep it there to protect myself from any unvanted attacks. So far, I haven’t had any.
That’s good, no attacks.
No, I said, no “unvanted” attacks.
Moe puts the pepper spray to the side and continues looking through the first aid kit. He pulls out a piece of lingerie and raises his eyebrows. Eva glances over.
Oh, that’s for...special occasions.
He pulls out another piece.
He pulls out another.
He pulls out another.
He pulls out another.
He pulls out another.
Moe pulls out a pair of conservative cotton panties. Eva is embarrassed.
Vell, I don’t know how they got in there.
Moe searches a bit more.
Gee, Eva, is there anything in here used for first aid?
Moe continues to search through first aid kit. He pulls out a bottle of wine. Eva glances over.
Zhat is to numb de pain.
Moe pulls out two wine glasses. Eva makes another move.
Vould you like a spritzer?
Spritz who? Oh, the wine. No, thanks.
Vell, I vould like one.
Aren’t there laws about drinking and...driving?
Moe hastily complies and hands the glass over to Eva.
I don’t like to drive vhen I’m tense.
Eva takes a sip, drives a bit, then takes another sip and giggles. Moe nervously looks from the glass to Eva to the oncoming traffic. A truck horn blows past as Moe watches increasingly panicked.
Eva, I think you’ve had enough.
But, de glass is still full.
Moe grabs the glass out of Eva’s hand and downs the contents.
No, it’s not.
Moe’s face slowly contorts into pain. He holds his temples and moans.
I’m gonna regret that.
He looks at his hand.
And my hand’s still bleeding.
Moe resumes searching in the first aid kit. He pulls out a chocolate bar and holds it up questionably.
They say chocolate is an “aphrodisiac”.
Well, I don’t know how that applies to me. I don’t have an Afro.
Moe chuckles nervously. Aside:
Oh, my God.
There doesn’t seem to be a Band-Aid. Do you have a handkerchief or something?
Eva seductively pulls a handkerchief from her brassiere and hands it to Moe. He fumbles with it, trying to quell the bleeding.
No, no, you must apply pressure.
Eva grabs Moe’s hand with the handkerchief and holds tightly.
Nervously trying to change the subject:
Y-You certainly have a nice car, Eva.
It is a piece of American crap. I long for a car vith German craftsmanship—Volksvagen, Mercedes Benz.
Sadly remembering the past:
Oh, those ver the days - skiing trips to de Alps, boat trips on de Rhine, car trips to de Bodensee. Ach, vhat a vonderful life. Und de Fussball, oh, how I remember zhat.
Moe manages to get out of Eva’s grip.
You played soccer?
In my prepubescent years, I vas a star Fussball player, then came zhat last big game, de National Youth Fussball Championship. We vere tied—one to one, I vas de goalie. De opposing team had a breakaway. Down the field they came, number 34 had de ball, she lines up, she shoots...
Eva pauses and stares into space.
You caught it?
I froze. The ball flew right by.
De other team left vith trophies, ve got rings vith two karats of cubic Zirconium. I could no longer play, I was an outcast, a failure...I still am.
Resting a hand on Eva’s shoulder:
You shouldn’t say that, Eva.
Eva turns to him seductively.
No, you’re nice and compassionate and...nice.
Eva puts her arm around Moe.
Zhat vas de sweetest zhing anyone ever said to me.
Moe looks extremely uncomfortable.
Nervously trying to change the subject:
Uh, the road, Eva?
Eva grabs the wheel with one hand, but pulls Moe closer with the other.
It’s really getting hot in here.
Vhy don’t you...take off your coat?
Moe tries to take his coat off but Eva’s arm is in the way. After making this obvious, Eva reluctantly removes her arm. Moe takes off his coat and throws it into the back seat. There is a loud screech of a cat.
She lets go of the wheel and turns around to help her cat. Horns start blowing and cars screech on their brakes. Moe, terrified, leans over and grabs the wheel. Eva attempts to sit down and sits on Moe. She jumps back up as Moe gets out of the way and she sits back down and resumes driving, breathlessly. The horns and screeching tires stop.
Oh, Moe, you saved me, my car, my cat. Vhat ever can I do to repay you?
Oh, I think you’ve done enough...
Moe looks at Eva, still recovering from the near fatal experience.
I have a confession to make, Moe Marley.
Moe has moved close to his side of the car.
I love you! I’ve alvays loved you!!
Moe is now crammed against his door and looks extremely nervous.
Desperately trying to change the subject:
That’s great, Eva. Anyway...
I vant you, Moe!
Eva lets go of the wheel and lunges at Moe who tries to cram himself farther away from Eva. Car horns begin blaring and tires screeching. The car door suddenly opens and Moe tumbles out. He screams which fades away as the lights go down.
End of Scene 4.
The scene reopens in the funeral home. Bill is passed out, slumped against the coffin, as Rachel and Katherine sit by him. Mel is standing upstage, and appears pensive. The coffin is now closed. Rachel is lightly slapping Bill’s face, trying to revive him.
She slaps his cheek again. She sighs, and without turning to her, Mel says:
Do you want me to try?
Katherine scowls at him, as Bill returns to consciousness.
Oh! Oh, I was having such a strange dream... I dreamed I was being beaten to death by butterflies...
Rachel looks at her hand.
Butterflies... with really bad breath...
Rachel looks indignant.
Yes, well we’re just glad that you’re all right and we didn’t have two tragedies to deal with this evening.
Bill gets up, and looks Mel over.
Aw, he doesn’t look that bad...
Mel slowly and deliberately turns to face Bill.
She was referring to my dear wife, Edna.
He whirls around to face the coffin.
He recalls the opening of the coffin.
That was so weird; that Michael Jackson doctor thing. I really don’t understand. Why would she want to have plastic surgery done there?
It was somethin’ important to her. Somethin’ many people looked at.
Listen, she had a bout with gingivitis—she lost. Now, what is so goddamn unusual?
Eva rushes in.
Mein Gott! De traffic is atrocious! I am zo sorry I am late.
Ah, you must be the Eva I’ve heard so much about.
Eva suddenly looks interested in Mel.
All good, I hope.
Mel is visibly uncomfortable.
Bill, seeing Mel struggling, jumps in.
So, where’s Moe?
Eva is staring at Mel and doesn’t appear to have heard Bill. She turns to Bill.
Who? Oh, Moe. He’s...vell...he fell out of de car on de vay here actually.
Incredulously, in unison:
He fell out of de car.
And you didn’t stop?!
Listen honey, zhat goon boyfriend of yours hurt my poor Heidrich. Vhen it comes down to my darling pussycat or Moe Marley, de cat takes priority.
Becoming increasingly hysterical:
I don’t believe this, this is horrible, poor Moe, out in the middle of nowhere, maybe even unconscious, totally helpless, without food or water, wild animals stalking his crumpled body, lying in a ditch, bleeding...
Now, Rachel, you’re overreacting.
I’M NOT OVERREACTING!!!
Rachel bursts into tears, punctuated by loud sobs.
Let’s all just calm down, there’s no use crying over spilled milk.
Rachel, who’s crying had started to subside, erupts into another crying fit.
Katherine, you stay here with Rachel. I’m going to go find Moe. Eva, do ya remember where it happened?
Vhat, do you think I know all und see all... It was somevhere on Route 45, I think.
Well, that should be easy, there’s nothing out there but a bunch of farmland, not a soul for miles.
Rachel erupts into another crying fit and runs out the front door.
Eva walks up to Mel.
Zo, exactly how close of a relative are you to Moe?
Mel looks uncomfortable.
He’s my nephew.
I see a strong family resemblance.
In normal voice:
You look tense.
Tense. Vhy don’t you zit down und I vill tell you a story.
Eva points to a chair.
Mel promptly obeys and Eva walks behind him and begins massaging his shoulders.
I vas never considered a normal girl, not by East Brunswick standards anyvay.
Mel turns and looks quizzically at Eva, she ignores him.
I had no friends, everyone thought I vas evil. It vas a rough life. Zen I had my first crush, unfortunately, he died.
I really vish someone vould have told me zhat you cannot trap someone in a closed refrigerator for such a long period of time.
Mel jumps up, visibly disturbed.
Thank-Thank you, Eva, I-I’m relaxed.
Rachel enters from stage right, not crying. Eva turns to her.
Feeling better, Rachel?
There is an uncomfortable pause.
Don’t you think you should go find Moe before he starts decomposing?
Rachel erupts into another crying fit and is consoled by Katherine who shoots Bill an evil look. Bill looks embarrassed.
I’d better go before it gets dark.
I vill go, too.
You don’t have to...
I am de one who knows vhere Moe vas last.
Addressing the group:
We’ll be back as soon as we can.
Eva pulls the protesting Mel offstage. Katherine continues comforting a sniffling Rachel. Bill watches Mel and Eva leave, looks over at the two women, then looks at the coffin. He walks over to the coffin and, keeping an eye on the women, slowly inches the coffin across stage. Bill then attempts to open the lid of the coffin but as it opens it emits a loud screech. Bill quickly closes the lid and looks over to the women who haven’t noticed. He visibly thinks and gets an idea. He walks over to the women.
Uh...excuse me, do...do either of you have a screwdriver?
Rachel pulls out a screwdriver and hands it to Bill who looks at it puzzled, then at Rachel.
Rachel begins sniffling to both Bill and Katherine.
Oh, I don’t want this to happen! All I want is for Moe to be all right!
I know, I know Rachel, but it’s like that age-old saying: You can’t always get what you want... You can’t always get what you want...
Rachel looks up at Bill, still believing that he might not be quoting a Rolling Stones song.
You can’t always get...
Bill notices Rachel’s puzzlement and explains.
I’ve always had a thing for Shakespeare...
Rachel, now convinced that Bill is completely insane, turns her back to him and goes to Katherine for sympathy. Bill sighs, waits for both women to be preoccupied then sneaks back over to the coffin. He then begins to unscrew the coffin hinges, keeping an eye on the preoccupied women. When finished, he slides the coffin lid off.
I don’t know how I could have a flat tire.
Bill hastily tries to fix the coffin as Mel and Eva enter. They stop and stare. Attracted by the commotion, Rachel and Katherine also turn and stare. All of this is unbeknownst to Bill who flings the screwdriver and moves the coffin back to its original position. Only afterwards does he realize he’s being watched. He spins around and is visibly trying to find an excuse. Bill knocks on the coffin.
Mel shakes his head.
Don’t even try to explain.
Unfazed by Bill’s craziness:
I don’t believe this bad luck! I made it here vith out any problem.
That was a large tear. If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone slashed it with a screwdriver or somethin’.
Bill turns to Rachel accusingly. Rachel assumes an innocent expression. Mel sighs.
I guess that means we can’t go look for Moe.
Why don’t you use your car?
Why don’t you shut your can?
Shouldn’t we be getting back to Edna?
Who? Oh, Edna. Where the hell were we?
You wanted each of us to speak...
Shut up! What’s after that?
The circle of prayer, I believe.
Circle of prayer? Sounds satanic.
Mel, would you cut your yapping for one minute so we can do this?
Mel grumbles an incoherent response.
OK, I would like everyone to make a circle and join hands.
I feel like I’m in bloody Sunday School.
Great. Now, I want each of you to say something you would like to pray for. Just blurt them out as you think of them. We’ll start now.
Pray for the beautiful earth that God has given us.
What are you, a goddamn Buddhist?!
Well...no. I just wanted to add some diversity.
Oh, great, he’s a Tibetan monk slash necrophiliatic lawyer!
Well, technically, Bill, Buddha isn’t a god. Although there are some sects of Buddhism that—
The last straw:
For the love of God, Katherine! Just drop it, already!
The tension dies down, and silence returns.
Pray for men.
Everyone looks at Eva incredulously.
There is another silence.
Pray for my darling wife. May she rest in peace.
Pray for my ’78 Dodge Cornet.
It’s coming out of the shop tomorrow.
There is another pause. Rachel looks around expectantly, then exclaims herself:
Pray for Moe!
Rachel begins to cry. The circle falls apart.
Listen, everybody! There’s a good chance that Moe survived the fall from the car. Now, until we hear otherwise, let’s try to be cheerful!
Rachel blows her nose loudly.
Eva, why don’t you tell us a little more about what you were talking about before?
Oh, yes, Moe is dead.
Rachel starts crying again.
Another good move by the lawyerboy.
Can’t you get it through your head?! I’m not a lawyer, I’ve never been a lawyer, and I never will be a lawyer! In fact, I’ve only been in court once!
He gets an idea.
Let me throw the lid off of that case...
He slides the lid off the coffin and continues in a dramatic fashion.
I was a defendant in that Fortensky versus Fruit of the Loom case. I thought I had a sure win, but no...
He continues looking directly at Mel and the others, but feels around the coffin for Edna’s ring, the frustration and creepiness of this coming out in his impassioned speech. Everyone else stares, dumbfounded.
Oh, I dug hard for my information. I was determined to grab the attention of the judge. But I had no luck with the jewelry!
Bill then pulls out Edna’s hand and pulls the ring off. He hastily corrects himself.
What are ya doin’ with the hands of my wife?!
Showing you the mannerisms of the man of my downfall, the plaintiff. Oh, he was Mr. Congeniality, or, should I say Mr. Kiss-up. He didn’t have an intelligent bone in his body, but boy, he could sure shake hands...
Bill goes to each person and shakes their hands, taking their rings as he does.
He ran around shaking everybody’s hands. “Hi, how ya doin’?” “Are you feeling all right?” “How are the kids?” “Lock this guy up, OK?”
Bill looks at the five rings from the four people and one corpse. As he searches for Edna’s, he throws all the rings but one onto the floor. Everyone stares at this strange display. As Bill finds the ring he needs, he runs out the front door, yelling “Taxi”. Everybody looks at Rachel.
Don’t look at me. I didn’t bring him.
End of scene 5.
The scene opens in the living room. Sarah is holding “Mr. Bobbins” in the air as Slim looks on in horror.
Mr. Bobbins?! Nooooo!!!!
You just said that...
Slim begins breathing erratically.
He stops and takes a breath.
You’re right. I’ve got to regain my composure.
Slim makes a violent motion with his neck, then returns to the same rigid Slim as before.
That’s better. You are a very sick woman, Sarah Hayes.
I don’t believe it.
Psychos never do.
Slim, that’s the first time since our divorce since you called me by my full name.
“Sarah”? I haven’t said “Sarah” in that long? Well, Sarah, your fanatic...obsession of me is whittling me down, and he...
Slim points to Mr. Bobbins.
...is the final cut that saws me in two.
I find your comparison of yourself to a block of wood quite appropriate.
Where was he?
Mr. Bobbins or the block of wood?
I thought he was destroyed in the science fair fire.
Did you think I would forget to save the focal point of my project? I rescued Mr. Bobbins from the flames and stitched him up.
You’re a regular Florence Nightingale.
I’d think you’d be thankful, considering you were the one who started the fire.
I was able to pick up all the clues.
It wasn’t me. I always assumed that you started the fire.
Why not? You’re an obsessive gal. Any woman who would steal my bear and hide it for half her life might be a closet pyro.
I assumed that since I beat you out for the silver, you would want to destroy my work.
Oh, so I was jealous again?
Oh, wow, I sure am jealous of the second place winner. What was it? The effects of tranquilizers on mammals. Man, if only I had done better on my volcano, I could have been branch manager of a local bank! I could have been a professional! I’m so green with envy, I’m gonna start puking up Munchkins in the merry old land of Oz.
Well, if you’re not jealous and I’m not a pyromaniac, then I guess we’ll never know how that fire started.
I guess not.
By the way, who won first place over us?
I don’t know, some kid who did experiments with spontaneous combustion.
Why didn’t we have any of these types of conversations when we were married?
Because I hated you.
This emits a chuckle from both of them which rises into full blown laughter.
You hated me! I hated you, too!
And I still hate you.
The laughter quickly diminishes.
I hated you because I felt like I was being used. I felt less like the doting husband and more like the catch of the day.
Or in your case, the pickled herring.
I don’t enjoy being reeled in...
I could have thrown you back.
There are other fish in the sea.
Aren’t you the big fish in a small pond!
Go to smelt!
Stick it up your bass!
You always have to get the last word in, don’t you?
That’s usually the point of a shouting match.
You’re so damn competitive! I don’t see why you continually fight for control...
...unless that’s it...
You, Miss Hayes, are a control freak. A lonely, obsessive control freak.
And you’re a lonely, bitter cynic. What’s your point?
You know my point! I am overwhelmed and exhausted from being one of your little obsessions! I want it to end now!
He angrily grabs a newspaper and begins writing on the corner of one of the pages. He rips it out.
Here, take this.
Taking the paper and reading it:
What is this?
It’s written permission to let you do anything you want to my bank account. Once all my debts are paid, I want it closed.
Sarah sighs, crumples up the piece of paper and throws it back to Slim.
Forget it. You don’t really owe us anything.
So, I was right. Your visit here was nothing but a cheap excuse to torture your ex-husband.
Guilty as charged.
Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not going to let you ruin my life for a third time. I would greatly appreciate if you leave. I’ve got phone calls...
Sarah, seeing that she has lost the battle, begins packing up her briefcase.
All right. Can’t control everything, I guess.
Sarah picks up “Mr. Bobbins”.
Just...leave Mr. Bobbins.
Sarah smiles evilly.
The bear stays here.
Sarah turns to face Slim.
Listen, Mr. Bobbins is my frien...my stuffed toy, so I don’t think you’ll be taking him with you.
With false sweetness:
Au contraire, Monfrere.
Fine, then I’ll sue for custody. I’m sure the lawyer I used for the divorce would be more than happy...
You mean the one serving two years for assaulting the prosecutor with the judge’s gavel?
Then I’ll just take him.
Slim takes a step towards Sarah and she stands, ready to rip the bear’s head off.
Don’t take one more step, Slim Pickin’s or you’ll get an up close and personal look at the insides of Mr. Bobbins.
He takes a step towards Sarah, then stops.
Don’t try me! Just sit back down, Slim, unless you want to pick up fluff after I leave.
Slim looks indecisive for a moment, then sits down, admitting defeat.
Forget it. Take the bear. Just go!
Slim buries his face in his hands. Sarah, dissatisfied with his reaction, rips the head off “Mr. Bobbins” anyway. Slim slowly looks up and upon seeing the decapitated bear, inhales sharply. He looks at Sarah and struggles to say something to her. Calmly.
Slim walks out the front door and screams.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NO!!
Slim continues screaming. Sarah calmly sits down in Slim’s seat, whistling to herself. Slim comes back in, now calm.
You disgust me.
I do my best...
You are one of the worst, Sarah. It isn’t enough to control with you. You have to destroy as well! What made you this way? What made you into a force of destruction?
Probably a bowl of popcorn and a Godzilla movie marathon.
Unnerved because of his own sarcastic style being used against him:
And...why Mr. Bobbins?
Well, your neck is too thick.
You destroyed Mr. Bobbins, my only link to my childhood.
Besides you, but that’s irrelevant. When you killed that bear, you killed something inside of me, too.
Gee, a few minutes ago, you didn’t even know he still existed.
I’d rather remember his death in the fire than this! You really are a monster!
Maybe, but I’m also the only remnant left of your distant past.
She stands up.
Remember when you were more than just a bitter shell of a man?
Are you implying that I should look to you for nostalgia?
Because you ruined me.
Slim is on the verge of tears.
I was kinder to you than I have ever been to anyone else! I reached out to you and you destroyed my life. How am I supposed to be able to reach out to anyone else again?
With your hands!
She begins poking Slim in the chest, but he pushes her away.
Ex-wife or not, symbol of my childhood or not, you are an evil woman!
He steps towards Sarah. Loudly, with all the venom he can muster.
I hate you!!
I hate you!
They suddenly embrace and kiss passionately, falling back onto the couch.
End of Scene 6.
END OF ACT I.
The scene opens with Moe lying unconscious on a bed. The lights are soft, but colorful to suggest a dream-like setting. Moe begins to stir and suddenly snaps his head up, scanning the surroundings.
This is a change.
He sits up slowly.
How did I get here?
Heavy footsteps approach from stage left. Moe looks on nervously, and is shocked as Eva enters, dressed only in a button down shirt.
Vas it good for you, Moe?
Walking to Moe:
Eva, I’m practically a married man! If you think that I would ever...
As he gets out of bed, it can be seen that Moe does not have any pants on. Moe stares at his boxers and screams. Eva reaches him, puts her arms around him, and falls down with him behind the bed. Moe continues screaming as the lights fade out, and the normal lights come up. Moe wakes up, and looks up from behind the bed as footsteps approach again. Moe gets up, wearing pants now, expecting a recurrence of his dream. Del Lacuso, a farmer with a heavy Brooklyn accent, runs in from stage left and, seeing that Moe is all right, gives him a puzzled stare.
You’re not Eva.
Eva? Who’s Eva?
Uh, nevermind. I just had a very strange dream about an insane German-accented nymphomaniac.
Moe checks his pants and zips his fly shut. Del stares at Moe, puzzled.
Were you like this before I found you on the side of the road?
Moe chuckles nervously, but, seeing that Del is serious, He stops.
Moe shakes his head.
I’m sorry, I’ve had a rough day. Falling out of a car was the least of my worries.
How did you fall out of a car?
Ask the German nymphomaniac.
Changing the subject:
Are you all right?
Luckily, I feel fine. I just need to get my bearings and I’m ready to go back in the fire.
Moe scratches his back, drawing notice to the large iron burn on his shirt. Del notices it and gives Moe a puzzled stare. Moe turns around.
I’m really thankful for what you’ve done. I owe you my life.
Moe extends his hand and Del shakes it.
I’m Moe Marley.
Del Lacuso. You’re on my farm.
Short for Delano. Ya know, like “Franklin Delano Roosevelt”.
I always thought it was “Delanor”.
No, his wife’s name was “Eleanor”, his middle name was “Delano”.
Her name wasn’t Eleano?
No. Nor was it “Delanor”.
Nor was it?
“No” was it.
Why all the fuss over my name, anyway?
Oh, no reason.
Moe begins whistling “The Farmer in the Dell”.
Now, don’t you start with that stupid song! I can’t stand it!
I’m sorry...I thought it would be funny.
Yeah, funny as hell.
Really! I’m sorry.
I guess I should have more respect for farming. After all, it’s in my blood. My ancestors on my mother’s side were all farmers, at least until the famine hit. Then, from my great-grandfather on, the O’Malley family had to find their way in America. I still remember, every night my mother would sit down and tell me something different about the hardships my predecessors faced. And...
Moe breaks down, crying.
...those were the most beautiful stories I’ve ever heard!
Moe turns to Del for a response, but he has fallen asleep. With a grunt, he awakes.
I’m sorry, what?
Things just haven’t gone right today. My girlfriend got upset with my best friend, my next door neighbor made a pass at me, and I still haven’t gotten to my dead aunt’s wake.
I know exactly what you’re feeling.
You do? How?
Think about it. What do all three of your problems have in common?
I hope not.
Your girlfriend, your neighbor, your aunt: They’re the causes of your problems, you said so yourself.
Well, yeah, I guess, but I wasn’t trying to blame anybody...
There’s no need to blame. Trust me, I’ve done a lot of research on this. I sat through two whole seasons of “Laverne and Shirley”. I know what women are really like.
Moe appears puzzled.
You don’t believe me?
No, I’m just trying to think how much you can learn from Lenny and Squiggy. It certainly can’t be enough for me to break up with my girlfriend over.
Don’t be too sure about that. I had a girlfriend once, but when I told her I wanted to be a farmer, she just laughed in my face. Even though I loved her, I didn’t back down, I kept at my dream. Once she realized she couldn’t break me, she left me.
I wanted farming and she wanted something easier.
You wanted fresh air, she wanted Times Square?
You didn’t mind the chores, but she would miss the stores!
Exactly! But do you know what she hated most?
Your pig, Wilbur?
No. Where would you get an idea like that?
Moe begins whistling the “Green Acres” theme song. Del gives Moe an annoyed stare.
Look, stop with the stupid Green Acres stuff, this is serious! You’ve gotta be strong to get rid of a controlling girlfriend like mine.
B-But, I love Rachel!
Oh, love is fine, and if you have a good thing going with Rachel, then I hope everything works out great, but if she wants to change who you are and who your friends are, then that ain’t love. That’s slavery!
I never thought about it like that. I was going to propose to Rachel today, but now it seems that I’ve got a lot of thinking to do.
I thought you would.
You know, if those three hadn’t have caused me all that grief, I never would have been in this whole mess! The aunt I never knew, who wants me at her funeral...
The neighbor who invades my life for her own desires...
Hey! Don’t be getting soft on me now! You’ve got to look at who you’re really in love with, here. What do you love about Rachel?
Well, she’s got a great personality, for one thing. And she’s the only one who understands me.
Is this the same woman who won’t tolerate your friends?
And if all she’s got is a great personality, then I’d say you haven’t been too specific about who you fall in love with. There are plenty of girls out there like that! Moe Marley, before you can truly know what a woman is, you have to know what you should be as a man.
I should be a farmer?
Whatever works, but you should specifically know what a man deserves.
Del checks his watch.
Well, it’s getting late. Why don’t we find some place to eat? A man’s place. We’ll talk more there.
Convinced of Del’s argument:
That sounds good...
Egging Moe on:
Are you sure Aunt Edna won’t miss you?
Oh, I’m sure. And if the dead woman does, she’ll just have to wait for the man to come back. The Manly Moely Marley!
They exit stage right.
End of Scene 1.
Scene opens in Moe’s living room. Slim and Sarah are curled up on the couch kissing. Bill enters from the front door hurriedly and rushes across the stage oblivious of them.
Bill exits through the kitchen and, realizing Slim is on the couch with a woman, reenters slowly.
You’re quite the Rhodes scholar.
Slim’s ex-wife Sarah.
Extending a hand:
Nice to see you, too, Bill.
There is a perfectly logical explanation...
There’s no time for that now! Haven’t you heard what happened to Moe?!
Ah yes, Moe. I went through a lot of trouble getting his reservation at Chez Chez. They tell me he has a secluded table by the window with a beautiful view of the bay.
The bay? Isn’t Chez Chez on the Interstate? That’s miles from the bay!
Yes, but apparently they give you binoculars. I’d think Moe would be pleased.
Slim, since when did you do anybody a favor?
Love can do funny things to people...
Extremely spooked out:
When did the pod people start landing?. In any case, you’d better show some of that love for Moe.
Moe fell out of Eva’s car. He could be dead!
That’ll put a dent in his wedding plans.
Aren’t you just the least bit worried?! Moe is somewhere in the middle of nowhere, out there!
He’s got a point, honey.
I wish I knew what the hell it was.
Slimmm!! Aren’t you just the tiniest bit concerned?!
Listen, this isn’t the first time Moe has been thrown from a moving vehicle.
Sure. Back in our college days we used to follow a rock band around the country. We were making a trip from Maine to Wisconsin and he was getting a little bit crazy...
The lights dim and the car from Act One, Scene 4 is wheeled onto the left side of the stage. The car is spotlighted. Moe is sitting in the passenger’s seat and Slim is driving. Both have wigs modeling 1970’s hairstyles to enhance the flashback setting.
“Do the Hustle! Doot doot doot doo doot-doot doo doot doot doot doot doot doo doot-doot doo doot doot doot doot doot doo doot-doot doo doot doot doot doot doot doo dootdoot doo doot doot.”
Slim glances over at Moe, extremely irritated.
“Doot deet doot dee doot-doot dee doot deet doot deet doot dee doot-doot dee...”
Without taking his eyes off the road, Slim shoves Moe out the passenger side door. The spot is turned off and the lights go back up. Slim, minus wig, returns to the living room scene as the car is wheeled off.
Later, Moe said that the fall didn’t hurt him at all. It was the bus that hit him from behind that put him in traction for two months.
That sounds awful.
Fondly remembering the event:
Yup, Moe missed a great concert.
Well even so, he’s still lost! Look, I’m gonna call up a few people I know in farm country.
With a smirk:
Like that chick Prunella Bovine from the personal ads?
Would you shut up?! She was a very nice girl, things just didn’t work out.
Bill spooked the chickens.
Slim and Sarah chuckle.
Shut up! Shut up! If you’ll excuse me, I have important phone calls to make.
Bill storms through the kitchen.
Turning to Sarah:
Alone at last.
But Prunella, I love you!
There is a pause.
No, don’t hang up...duhhh!!
If not quiet.
Slim and Sarah resume kissing on the couch. The doorbell rings and the couple ignores it. It rings again and Bill, a juice box in his hand, rushes out and opens the front door, admitting Rachel.
Bill, have they found Moe yet?
Taking Rachel’s hands:
No word yet. It’s just too soon. It really is just too soon. It honestly...truly is just too...
Bill is interrupted by the phone ringing.
Hold that thought. It might be Prunella.
He runs into the kitchen.
Rachel sits down on the couch, oblivious of Slim and Sarah sitting next to her. Slim looks up.
Did you ever feel like you’re being watched?
Rachel looks up, surprised, then, seeing who it is, gets up and screams.
Didn’t we just go through this? Yes, Sarah Hayes, Slim’s ex-wife. Nice to see you again, too.
I see introductions are not needed.
Yes, I mean, no. She’s the boss.
Miss Hayes, what are you doing here?
Sarah points to Rachel.
You’re Rachel, right? The new one...
Then, I guess the question should be, what are you doing here?
I’m dating the guy who lives here.
You mean Moe Marley? The dead guy?
No! He’s not...
Bill enters from the kitchen.
Dibs on his stuff.
Nobody in farm country has seen him...
...and it’s coyote season...
There is a howl of a wolf.
There is another howl.
Would somebody call the guy across the street and tell him to shut his dog up?!
Listen, before we all start jumping to conclusions, let’s all calm down, sit down and think rationally.
There goes our negative square roots.
Sarah shoots Slim an iritated glare as everyone sits down and an uncomfortable silence follows punctuated by a ticking coo-coo clock. Bill takes a drink from his juice box which emits a loud empty sound.
Hey Hoover, would you shut up?
Bill stops. The clock continues to tick as an uncomfortable silence follows. Rachel clears her throat nervously.
An uncomfortable silence follows. The clock continues ticking.
So, anyone know how to play rummy?
Uncomfortable silence. Clock ticks.
So, Rachel, what do you do at this bank?
Rachel looks warily at Sarah.
Well, I work with the customers...
...cash the checks...
...supervise the drive-through...
Standing up, extremely agitated:
...and anything else that needs to be done!
Sounds like a real crappy job!
The coo-coo clock sounds.
At least I have a job, you lunatic! What do you think of that?!
Rachel and Slim glare at each other. Bill breaks the silence.
Say, how about some Mario Brothers?
He goes to the television set and begins playing video games.
Referring to Slim:
I really don’t believe this! Even with his best friend possibly dead, he still finds time to be a supercilious sarcastic scoundrel.
Hey, he’s my supercilious sarcastic scoundrel.
How can you just sit here when Moe could be out there lying in a ditch somewhere? Show a little compassion!
I’ll show you passion.
Slim and Sarah resume kissing.
That’s it! I’m leaving!
Rachel strides toward the front door. Slim looks up.
Rachel turns, expecting an apology. Slim reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of keys which he throws to her.
In the future, use the back door. We do our lovin’ right here.
With a “HMMPH”, Rachel storms to the front door. Slim and Sarah resume kissing. Upon reaching the door, Rachel stops, and turns around.
If Moe comes back...
Everyone ignores her. Bitterly:
Rachel storms out the front door, slamming it behind her.
End of Scene 2.
The scene takes place in a bar. The only scenery is a bar counter stage left, at an angle so that the characters can face the audience. The Bartender, a woman roughly the same age as Moe, is cleaning glasses. Moe, and Del walk in from stage right, their arms around each other’s shoulders like “manly men”, and take seats at the bar.
With smug confidence:
Eyeing the pair curiously:
Hello...Why are you two so chipper?
Well, we’re just celebrating our realization that we don’t need women in our lives.
Del grunts an affirmative.
I think you boys are looking for a different kind of bar.
The Bartender resumes polishing glasses as Moe and Del look at each other then look away and quickly remove their arms from each other’s shoulders. They try to avoid any homosexual presentation. Moe tentatively turns back to the Bartender.
What I meant to say was that we’re on to the games that women play and won’t be sucked into their traps again.
Changing the subject:
Oh. How ’bout a drink?
Sounds good. What do ya have on tap?
What kinds do you have?
OK, I’ll have...beer.
Moe and Del scoff.
Are you doing that on purpose?
Nevermind, we’ll just have water.
Make it two.
She fills two glasses with water and slides them over to the two men.
Sooo, you boys have been having problems with the fairer sex?
Well, in a matter of speaking, yes. Obviously, we aren’t out to attack anybody; we’re just sick of being treated like dirt.
Honey, from what I’ve seen, some women treat men good, some women treat men bad. There isn’t any partiality either way.
That’s not how I’ve seen it.
Del begins eating beer nuts from a bowl on the bar.
Then you must know a lot of good men. Most have to deal with the same amount of bad people from both genders. Only yesterday a guy walked in here and, for no reason, spits right in the beer nuts.
Del, who is still eating the nuts, begins choking and spitting.
Just like that...
Returning to the argument:
I’m not trying to disagree with you...
But you are.
You are going to disagree with me; I can already tell.
Taking a breath:
All right, I’m not trying to argue...no...I’m not trying to offend...uh...
Frustrated, Moe looks at his glass of water.
I could really use a beer.
Look, I’m not trying to listen to you, but my experiences with annoying men and women has been much different than you’ve explained. I should know, I have to put up with two of the world’s most difficult men everyday. But these two guys never fail to back me up, no matter what else they do. It’s different with women.
Take my dead Aunt Edna, for example. She never spoke much with any of the family, even on holidays. She never gave me a chance to find out who she is. Then she dies and I’m supposed to go to her funeral. The only time she ever gave to me was after she couldn’t say anything to me anymore!
That’s horrible! I can’t believe your aunt would be so thoughtless as to die.
Oh, you’re being sarcastic.
Maybe you fellas can suspend your own deaths, but the rest of us can’t. A death is a loss, not only for the deceased, but also for everyone around them! I don’t blame you for being angry, but be angry with the circumstances, not your aunt.
Well, that’s fine. I see the truth in that, but what about Eva?
Eva? Who’s Eva?
Eva’s my next door neighbor and she’s insane! Lately, I’ve noticed that she’s been coming on to me.
I’d think you would be flattered.
Not exactly. Eva is obsessive, fanatical, and dangerous. She almost got me killed today!
Sounds like a typical woman.
Del thinks for a moment.
Was that sarcasm again?
I think that it only takes a little bit of common sense to figure out that not all women are psychopaths.
Excluding all those living near me.
And I suppose all the men you know are sane?
Moe then notices Del, who is entertaining himself by sucking water into a straw, pinching the top, trapping the water in it, lifting it up, then letting the water pour back into his glass, chuckling to himself.
Well...not like Eva is!
The Bartender goes back to polishing glasses. Moe turns to her.
I’ve noticed something. You’ve been lumping the people I have problems with into broad categories, like “neighbors” and “dead people”, but how about Rachel, the woman I was going to marry? You don’t marry more than one person do you?
Del and the Bartender look at each other thoughtfully.
More than one person at a time?
Del and the Bartender continue to look thoughtful.
Del and the Bartender shake their heads in negation.
My girlfriend isn’t just a neighbor or a friend, she’s the woman I would have married! That’s all off now; she didn’t know how to deal with my friends. And there lies my main problem with women: they overreact! Whether it’s a reclusive aunt, a temptress neighbor, or an unforgiving wife, they take things to the extreme, and I’m not going to let them take me with them!
Del places a hand on Moe’s shoulder.
That was beautiful.
Del bursts into tears. After a few seconds, he gains control of himself and takes a deep breath.
I really think we had a moment here. Oh no, I’m gonna cry again. Excuse me.
Del hurriedly exits, stage left. Moe and the Bartender look after him.
I’m guessing his problems with women are...unique.
There is silence as the Bartender resumes polishing the glasses. Moe plays with his water and begins doing the same thing Del was doing with his water. The Bartender stops polishing and looks at him. Moe realizes what he is doing and drops the straw.
Oh, my God!
Moe quickly pushes the glass away. Mel, exhausted, enters from stage right and sits down next to Moe on the opposite side Del was on. Moe continues to look at his glass of water, deep in thought. The Bartender comes up to Mel.
What’ll it be?
How ’bouta beer?
The Bartender pours a beer and puts it in front of Mel.
You look pretty shook up. You OK?
As good as any man could possibly be after having his wife die then find out his nephew fell out of a movin’ vehicle and was killed.
Geez, that’s a real coincidence...
Both recognize each other at the same time.
Where in the bloody hell have you been?! I’ve searched half the goddamn highway lookin’ for you!
I was found unconscious on the side of the road by a kindly farmer who nursed me back to health and made me realize I hate women. By the way, how was the wake?
As good as I expected, until some crazy kraut named Eva waltzes in and calmly announces that you fell out of a movin’ car. Christ, we all thought you were dead!
Mel pulls the beer towards himself.
Uncle Mel, I didn’t think you drank. You’ve been dry ever since Aunt Edna made you give it up. Yes, Aunt Edna...
Moe’s eyes widen as he comes to a realization. Mel and the Bartender freeze: Mel looking at his glass, the Bartender at Moe. The lights dim and Moe is spotlighted.
Aunt Edna changed your life...
Moe stands and looks out towards the audience.
Oh, Aunt Edna may have only been doing work with her church, but her personal temperance movement made my uncle feel better. It wasn’t easy though. If I remember anything about my reclusive aunt, it was that Christmas when she kicked Mel’s friend Jack Daniels out of the house. She also didn’t allow any alcohol.
As Moe speaks, Del comes in from stage left and walks back to his seat, despite the freeze, and sits down. He looks at his water, picks up the straw, but has second thoughts and throws it away. He then looks up and notices Moe speaking. Del gets up, looks at Moe, then squints and looks out into the audience, as if to see who Moe is talking to, then looks back at Moe, puzzled. As Del returns to his seat, the monologue should be ending.
When it was all over, though, Mel was a happier and healthier person. He was still the same frantic guy, but the bitterness and the cynicism melted away with the beer steins and shot glasses.
Moe turns to Mel who is staring at his drink.
Has this all ended now? Have all the things that Edna gave you died with her?
Moe looks back at the audience.
I guess women are more important than I thought. If one woman had the conviction to love, to turn her husband’s life around, then I have no right to be upset with them.
Moe sits down and the bar comes back to life. Del watches this transformation and looks at Moe, puzzled.
Are you feelin’ all right?
Del stares at Moe then turns back to his drink. Moe then turns to Mel.
Uncle Mel, I can’t let you do this!
I can’t let you ruin your life with a drink!
Moe, what does it look like I’m doin’?
You’re boozing it up!
I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol for 15 years, Moe.
Mel reaches for the glass, picks it up and reflects.
And I’m not gonna start now.
Mel pushes the glass away.
With all of the fuss over the wake and the lawyers and the funeral, I never have had the time to truly reflect on your aunt’s demise.
Mel motions to the beer.
I just wanted to see if I could still make it without her.
She was quite a woman.
Yes, she was.
Moe turns to Del.
I’m sorry, Del, but your philosophy just doesn’t appeal much to me anymore.
I don’t remember telling you my alien infiltration of the Vatican theory...
Moe gives Del a puzzled look.
In any case, I found out just how important women are to me. That’s why I’m going to marry Rachel!
Hey! I thought we went over this. You’re Manly Moely Marley! You’re not going to let women take over your life!
Moe gets up.
Del, I’m not going to have anyone take over anything. I’m not fighting a battle, I’m in love!
Moe turns to the audience.
I’m in love with the girl I love!
Mel gets up.
Yes, well, you might want to propose to the girl you love with this.
Mel pulls out a ring and hands it to Moe.
Aunt Edna’s ring!
He thinks for a second.
I sent Bill over to your house to get this.
Well, he never showed up there. Showed up at the wake, though, and I wasn’t about to give it to a lawyer.
Listen, Moe, I hope you don’t pick your women like you pick your friends.
Uh..no, my taste is a little better.
Well, there’s another load off my mind. Oh, one thing, the girl ya love thinks you’re dead.
You’re right! Well, in that case, let’s get moving before she marries someone else!
Del and Mel look at Moe.
Or...or at least so she won’t worry about me any more.
Del and Mel nod in agreement and the three of them exit out the front door.
I suppose I’d be happier for them if they had paid for their drinks.
End of Scene 3.
The scene opens in Moe’s living room. Slim and Sarah are sitting on the floor, playing a board game. Bill is playing a video game on the television. Slim rolls the dice and looks at the result.
Six. All right, I have this game in the bag.
He pulls a flap on the game board.
There’s my man! I’m going to the prom with Derek!
Let me see that! That’s not Derek!
Sure it is.
He’s just wearing taped glasses... and a pocket protector.
That’s Danny, the chess club president.
Look closer. It’s just Derek incognito.
Don’t be ridiculous. It’s Danny!
Facing Slim and Sarah, annoyed:
Mr. and Mrs. Bickerson, would you kindly shut up?! I’ve got one more life in this damn game and I don’t need to hear you two arguing over which member of the same sex Slim’s gonna date.
Bill goes back to his game.
Why don’t you just roll again?
He rolls and they look at the results.
To himself while playing the video game:
Level four...lives one...Here’s the jump...
Bill throws down the controller and jumps up, enraged.
Dammit! Why does he always fall in the little pit?!! Why can’t you make the jump?!! I mean, I mean you’re supposed to be able to do these type of things; when you need to jump, you jump!!! God, are you a stupid excuse for entertainment!! I don’t believe I bought such a piece of garbage!
He notices the game board and calms down quickly.
“Mystery Date”? It’s sort of weird that Moe would have that game in his room.
What’s so weird about that?
Well, he’s not a preadolescent female...
Oh, Moe was into that stuff.
Sarah and Bill look at each other, concerned.
No, board games. Classic board games. They don’t make them like “Mystery Date” anymore. Now, it’s all that “Mall Madness” and “Dream Phone” crap. No, only a few games could stand the test of time, and Moe knew that.
There is a pause as everyone looks deep in thought.
Yeah, he did.
You know, I still haven’t considered the fact that Moe is gone.
He could be fine...
But what if he isn’t?! I don’t think either of us are prepared for his death. I know he wasn’t. Moe Marley was in the prime of his life. He was about to propose, for crying out loud!
Getting killed before proposing at a wake. The same thing happened in Pet Cemetery...
Slim and Sarah give Bill a puzzled look as he continues in a normal tone and beginning to break down.
The point is, Moe deserved better than that! Moe deserved life! It’s just not fair!
He puts his head in his hands and cries. Bill, at this point, should be near the front door. Mel enters from the front door and stops at the sight of Bill. Bill, sensing someone is near, puts his arm around Mel and weeps on his shoulder.
Practicin’ your crocodile tears for your kangaroo court, lawyerboy?
Upon seeing who he is crying on, Bill screams and jumps back.
Mel O’Malley! What are you doing here?
Raisin’ the deceased.
He looks towards the front door and Moe enters and comes to center stage.
Great news, everybody! The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated!
Everyone, except Mel, is happily surprised.
He’s breathing, pay up.
Sarah sighs and takes money out of her purse and gives it to Slim.
Moe, are you all right?
I feel great, as anyone would after taking stock of one’s life...
Treat thy body as a warehouse.
...and I was able to shut the door on things from my past.
He notices Sarah.
Oh, it’s Sarah...
He then notices “Mystery Date”.
...and “Mystery Date”.
Moe, are you sure you’re all right? Do you need anything?
Well, I guess I could use a beer.
Coffee would be fine.
I’ll get that.
Slim nudges Moe, winks and accompanies Sarah off stage left.
Wow, I’ve never seen Slim that happy. In fact, I don’t think Slim’s seen himself that happy. Anyway, it’s great to be back.
He looks around.
Rachel? Uh, Rachel’s...
There is the sound of a car crash.
Saved by disaster!
Bill runs out the front door. Moe and Mel look at each other in wonderment. Bill shouts from offstage.
Oh, my God!!
It’s the lawyer!
He’s gonna need one!
Bill, Katherine, and Del enter from stage left, arguing.
I don’t believe this!!
He grabs Slim’s newspaper from off the side table and tears it up, throwing pieces of paper everywhere.
I just don’t believe this could happen to me!!!
What happened this time?
Pointing to Katherine:
This woman stopped short, right in front of my car!
Don’t go blaming this on me! I swerved to avoid somebody’s wrecked car, but as I passed, a telephone pole fell on my hood. Why would someone leave a wrecked car in the middle of the road?!
Well, it just might be a little hard to drive it to the Jiffy Lube, don’t you think!
I’ll Jiffy Lube you!
Bill, Katherine, and Del begin arguing loudly.
Shut the hell up!!!
Everyone stops and stares at Mel who continues in a normal tone.
Now, as important as your automobiles may be to ya, you might show a little kindness and acknowledge my nephew, Moe. He’s alive, ya know.
Bill and Katherine give a begrudging, “hello”. Del adds, “I already knew that”.
Hi. Uh, I’d like to thank everybody for helping me out, even at the cost of life and...car. Let me introduce everyone.
Moe points to Del.
This is Del Lacuso, a misogynous farmer.
I grow vegetables...
Moe points to Mel and Katherine.
And this is my uncle, Mel, and his wife’s best friend, Katherine.
I was Edna’s urologist.
Oh...that’s what I was going to say: Aunt Edna’s best...urologist...
Why would you go to your patient’s funeral?
Well, Edna was upset with her test results, and, well, we sort of ended up at odds with each other.
What did you do, tell her to piss off?
Moe begins laughing hysterically. Everyone stares at him, disgusted. He stops, embarrassed.
Uh, anyway, I’m sorry about your cars. Will you be able to drive them home?
What’s wrong with them?
Uhh...my headlight is out...
Yeah...and I’m out of window washer fluid.
OK, in that case we had better take pictures for our respective insurance companies. Bill, get the camera.
Moe exits out the front door.
Uh, Mel, would you get the camera?
Bill exits out the front door.
Del, get the camera.
Mel exits out the front door.
Uh, Europe-ologist, get the camera.
That’s “Urologist” to you, hick-boy.
Katherine exits out the front door.
Uh, Moe, get the...
Del glances around and sees that no one is left, so he begins to look for the camera. Sarah enters from the kitchen, carrying coffee on a tray. She stops.
Eyes widening in recognition:
Slim enters from the kitchen.
And the candlestick maker!
Del and Sarah just stare at each other. Slim picks up a cup of coffee and sips it.
Hmmm...needs more NutraSweet.
Slim exits stage left. Sarah puts the coffee tray on the television and Del crosses over to her.
Sarah, baby, I haven’t seen you since we broke up!
Inching away from him:
Don’t you touch me with those hands!
I don’t want you to touch me with the same hands you use to pluck chickens!
You knew when we were going out that I hated animals! I even made you throw out those sea monkeys!
He picks up Slim’s cup of coffee and sips it.
...I don’t raise any animals. I have a vegetable farm.
I don’t even own a cat.
Sarah’s attitude changes toward Del and she moves closer to him.
Then, I guess I’ve been wrong about you for a long time.
He puts his coffee cup down. Sarah moves closer, backing Del into the couch.
You know, I really wonder why we ever broke up.
Yeah, well, I have this new philosophy on women... and the Vatican, and...
Sarah grabs Del and throws him down on the couch, kissing him. Slim enters from stage left and scans the room. He sees Sarah and Del.
What the hell?!
Sarah and Del sit up and look guiltily at each other and at Slim. Slim runs over to the coffee tray.
Who’s been drinking my coffee?!
Sarah and Del stand up.
Slim, uh, this is...Del, a friend.
Yes, I guessed that. You two seemed friendly enough.
Slim, let me explain...
He takes Sarah’s hands.
I know you’re just trying to make me jealous.
Yes. That’s it. We wanted to make you jealous...
Slim, Del is my old boyfriend, and I was wrong about him before. I love him!
You love me!
I love to hate you.
Come on, Del. Show me your fruited plains aplenty!
I think that’s moving a bit too fast.
They walk towards the front door.
Wait! You can’t expect to just take my love and then throw it back!
Sarah takes “Mr. Bobbins’s” head and body out of her suitcase and throws it to Slim who doesn’t catch it. Moe, Bill, Mel, and Katherine enter through the front door as Sarah and Del leave.
To the exiting Del:
Del, your windshield washer fluid is all filled, and...
The couple slams the door.
Picking up “Mr. Bobbins”:
Slim, what’s this?
Staring at the front door, distant:
The fluff that dreams are made of.
OK. Well, all the cars are fine...
...and if you all don’t mind, I’m going to turn in for the night.
Aren’t ya just a little bit worried about Rachel?
Rachel! I completely forgot! I figured she would come back over here after the wake.
Bill and Slim look at each other.
Uh...Rachel did...kinda come back over.
She did? Then where is she?
...my ex-wife, didn’t exactly see eye to eye on some bank business.
Then, Slim and Sarah started making out and she left.
What?! How could you do that to her?!
Sensing a sensitive situation:
Uh, we really should be leavin’.
Mel looks at Katherine.
What? But I want to see Moe get angry!
Mel grabs Katherine and begins to exit.
Thank ya for your hospitality. Toodle-oo!
Mel and Katherine exit out the front door. When they have gone, Moe faces Bill and Slim and sighs.
I don’t know what it is about the two of you that makes people run out of the room, but it’s making me sick! You know, over the course of this evening, I’ve managed to raise some interesting questions about my life. Who am I? Where am I going?
Moe, you didn’t tell us you had amnesia!
Only one thing was certain. Tonight was the night that I had to make sense of the mess I call my life. That’s right; a mess! Tonight was just the culmination of all the weird events that have happened to me. Do you know—do you know the only time I feel normal?
After a tall glass of prune juice?
When I’m with Rachel! Rachel wasn’t a psychotic, or a corpse, or a farmer. She made my life worth living, and it took the temptation of both women and philosophy to help me realize how much she really means to me!
Moe points to the front door.
Now, she’ll never walk through that door again!
Rachel walks in from the kitchen, behind Moe. Bill coughs and points to Rachel. Moe spins around, overjoyed.
They run towards each other, hug and begin to walk off stage left.
Rachel, I have something to ask you...
Well, at least someone gets to propose.
Propose! That’s right!
Bill pulls out the ring he stole at the wake.
I was supposed to give Moe this ring!
Lemme see that.
Slim grabs the ring from Bill and examines it.
“National Fussball Championship”. Are you sure this is Edna’s?
I guess. Who else could it belong to?
There is a heavy knocking on the front door.
Furiously from offstage:
I know you are in there!! Now, give me back my ring!!
Bill and Slim look at each other in fright.
End of Scene 4.