Copyright 1997
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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.
No.
Moe walks in from stage left.
Frustrated:
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.
Sarcastically:
Color your heart out.
Shaking his head, annoyed:
Slimmmmm!
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.
Sarcastically:
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.
Sarcastically:
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.
Of course.
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.
Whoopee.
And Slim, I assumed that you’ve made reservations at Chez Chez
“Shay-chezz”
for Rachel and myself this evening?
Amused:
You assumed that?
Slim begin chuckling and Moe, hoping this is a positive sign, begins chuckling also.
Yup.
Slim laughs harder, and Moe seems kind of sure where this is headed.
Laughing:
You really assumed that?
Moe’s laughter–and hope–dies out.
Well, you know me...
Laughing:
Yeah...
He stops laughing and returns to his gruff state.
And you assumed wrong.
Frustrated:
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 would.
They said you were writing bad checks again.
Looking up:
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.
Happily:
Rachel!
Happily:
Moe!
They hug.
I’ve missed you these past few days.
Me, too.
From behind paper:
I haven’t.
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.
I do?
Rachel stops his spinning.
Oh, great!
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.
Sarcastically:
You have quite the talent.
Annoyed:
That is the last time I let Bill iron.
Sighs:
I guess I’ll have to find another jacket.
Sarcastically:
How ’bout the one with the ruffles and sequins?
Sarcastically:
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.
Bored:
Oh.
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.
A what?
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.
Uncomfortably:
I know I just...it was a joke.
Oh.
Apprehensively:
Anyway, I’ve just signed on with Chemical.
Suspiciously:
You’re a drug dealer?
Quickly:
No! Chemical Bank!
I hate banks!
Coo-coo clock strikes.
Incredulously:
You hate what?
Banks. The service stinks, the lines are too long and they always have interest in your accounts.
Pause.
Nervously, she gets up:
OK. If you don’t mind, I’m going to go to the kitchen...
At least one of us can.
Stopping:
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!
Beat:
Are you wearing that to the wake?
Defensively:
What’s wrong with it?
It’s old. My grandmother wouldn’t wear that.
Becoming annoyed:
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.
Rachel rises.
Furious:
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.
Where’s Rachel?
Not looking up:
She left.
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.
Exasperated:
Were you talking about your loathing of banks again?
Among other things.
Slimmmmm!
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.
Hysterically:
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!
Concerned:
What happened?
Bill looks up from table.
Hysterically:
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.
Venomously:
Vhere is de dummkopf who tried to kill my cat?!
Furious:
Kill your cat?! Kill your cat?! I think you got your story mixed up there, Mrs. Orkan Skunkin Sauerkraut!
Equally furious:
Zat’s Orkanscharkerfickenkraut you dimvit!
Calmer:
Eva Orkanscharkerfickenkraut.
Timidly:
Hey, about my car...
Interrupting angrily:
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!
It’s 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.
Exasperated:
How could you total my car?!
Angry:
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!
Sarcastically:
You’re just a regular Funk n’ Wagnall.
Watch your language!
Slim holds up his Funk and Wagnall dictionary.
I was.
Cooling down:
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.
Sarcastically:
Let’s rip her open and find out.
Ignoring Slim:
I’m sorry, but I still have no car to get to the wake.
Eva walks up to Moe, looking him over.
Seductively:
I could give you a ride.
That’s really a nice offer, but I couldn’t impose.
Eva moves closer. Moe says, reluctantly:
Well, OK...
Moe begins to move away.
Let me get my tie on.
Seductively:
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.
Hysterically:
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.
Sarcastically:
This always answers all my questions.
Bill hurriedly rips through the pages. He turns the book around and reads the title.
Exasperated:
Wait a minute, this is absolutely pointless!
He tosses book over his shoulder.
Sarcastically:
Must be the abridged version.
Panic stricken:
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?
Wear it?
Don’t be ridiculous, why would she...
He realized what Slim has implied and yells:
That’s it!
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.
What?
Mr. Slim Pickett?
Yeah?
This is the bank.
Oh, crap.
Blackout.
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.
Nervously:
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.
Screaming:
Oh, my God! Rachel’s already here!
Rachel looks.
What?
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:
Reverently:
“Oh! My Lord!”
Changing the subject:
Is Moe with you?
Nervously:
Nope. Moe’s...running a little late. He caught a ride with Eva.
Suspiciously:
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.
To himself:
I was supposed to remember something...
Ringing...
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!
To himself:
...But what? What do I need?!
To irk Katherine:
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!
He continues.
Interrupting Mel:
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?
With zeal:
That’s it! The old bag’s ring!
Everyone stops and looks at Bill, who retreats into the corner. Mel looks around the room.
Sarcastically:
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—
Interrupting Rachel:
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’!
Stammering:
Uh, well, he’s a lawyer!
Shocked:
No, I’m—
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!
Confused:
OK...
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—
Interrupting:
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!
Angrily:
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.
Thinking:
Where the hell is Moe, anyway?
He’s with Eva!
In unison:
Eva? Who’s Eva?
She’s a psychopath!
To Katherine:
There goes another family member.
He sighs.
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?!
Hesitantly:
Well, it’s just that...uh...well...shouldn’t the coffin be open?
And what’s the bloody point of that?
Nervously:
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?!
Meekly:
Could...could I go to the bathroom?
Fed up:
Yes! Yes! Go to the goddamn pisser! I don’t give a feathered fig!
Bill runs off stage left.
Feathered fig?
Yeah, a kinda bass akwards way of saying somethin’ else...not so appropriate.
Mutters:
Since when did that stop you?
Mel shoots Katherine an evil look.
Did you say bass...akwards?
Annoyed:
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...?
Fed up:
Forget it, forget it! Let’s just get back to Edna, OK?
Calmly:
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?
Annoyed:
Listen, ya loony lawyerboy, would you please just shut your mug for two more seconds so I can finish this damn Albany?!
That’s eulogy.
Annoyed:
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.
Pause.
Would anyone else like to say a few words?
Yes, I would.
Mel groans.
Terrific, the lawyerboy wants to read his goddamn opening statement.
First off, I’m not a lawyer!
Mutters sarcastically:
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.
Well...yes.
The lawyer does have a point.
It would be what she’d want.
Fed up:
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.
Mutters:
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.
Blackout.
End Scene 2.
The scene is back at Moe’s house. Slim is sitting on the couch, finishing reading his Funk & Wagnall dictionary.
Reading aloud:
“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:
Chez Chez!
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.
Now, wait—
Increasingly sarcastic:
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?
Scoffs:
Fat chance.
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.
Marrying you?
Before that!
Oh...
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.
Smugly:
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!
Slightly amused:
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.”
More quietly:
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.
Sarcastically:
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.
Sarcastically:
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.
Confidently teasing:
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?
Evasive:
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?!
Calmly:
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.
“Noooo!”
He stops and speaks normally.
Understand?
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.
What?
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.
Ignoring Sarah:
That thing has as much personality as a snowpea. It just tonelessly says,
In a mechanical voice.
“Hello...
He talks in a feminine voice.
Slim Pickett,
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!
Incredulous:
What?!
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?
Sarcastically:
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.
Mischievously:
Well, there is one man in my life.
Sarah opens her briefcase.
I’m not a man!
What?
Correcting himself:
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.
Sarcastically:
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.
Yelling:
MR. BOBBINS?! NOOOOO!!!!
Blackout.
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.
That’s true.
Pause:
Ah, Orkansh... Orkanshark... Eva. That’s an interesting name. Where are you from?
East Brunswick.
Puzzled:
Originally?
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?
Nervously:
It’s the same here.
Oh.
Eva mimes turning the wheel.
Forgive me. I find it zo hard to drive vith zo many...
She glances seductively at Moe.
...distractions.
Visibly uncomfortable:
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...
Interrupting:
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.
I’m sure.
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.
Hopefully:
Phi Beta Kappa?
Embarrassed:
No, I Felta Thigh.
Appropriate name.
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?
Nervously:
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.
Hello, kitty.
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.
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.
Office parties.
He pulls out another.
New Year’s.
He pulls out another.
Bar Mitzvahs.
He pulls out another.
Presidential elections.
He pulls out another.
Flash floods.
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.
Worriedly:
Aren’t there laws about drinking and...driving?
Sternly:
Spritz me!
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.
Glancing over:
They say chocolate is an “aphrodisiac”.
Nervously:
Well, I don’t know how that applies to me. I don’t have an Afro.
Moe chuckles nervously. Aside:
Oh, my God.
To Eva.
There doesn’t seem to be a Band-Aid. Do you have a handkerchief or something?
Of course.
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.
Foose?
Soccer.
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?
Depressed:
I froze. The ball flew right by.
She sighs.
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.
I shouldn’t?
Nervously:
No, you’re nice and compassionate and...nice.
Eva puts her arm around Moe.
Seductively:
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.
My Heidrich!!
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.
Whispering seductively:
I have a confession to make, Moe Marley.
Moe has moved close to his side of the car.
Extremely nervous:
Y-Yes, Eva?
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.
Blackout.
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.
Bill? Bill?
She slaps his cheek again. She sighs, and without turning to her, Mel says:
Sweetly impatient:
Do you want me to try?
Katherine scowls at him, as Bill returns to consciousness.
Bill!
Disoriented:
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.
Controlled:
She was referring to my dear wife, Edna.
Edna?
He whirls around to face the coffin.
That’s right!
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.
Her....her gums?
Annoyed:
Listen, she had a bout with gingivitis—she lost. Now, what is so goddamn unusual?
It...it was...nevermind.
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.
Seductively:
All good, I hope.
Mel is visibly uncomfortable.
Uh....well...
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 WHAT?!
He fell out of de car.
Horrified:
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...
Interrupting:
Now, Rachel, you’re overreacting.
Totally hysterical:
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.
Or blood.
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?
Annoyed:
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.
Sheepishly:
Oops.
Eva walks up to Mel.
Seductively:
Zo, exactly how close of a relative are you to Moe?
Mel looks uncomfortable.
He’s my nephew.
Seductively:
I see a strong family resemblance.
In normal voice:
You look tense.
Puzzled:
W-What?
Tense. Vhy don’t you zit down und I vill tell you a story.
Well, I...
Eva points to a chair.
Sternly:
Sitzen!
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.
To herself.
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.
Coldly:
Feeling better, Rachel?
Coldly:
Quite, Eva.
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...
Interrupting:
I am de one who knows vhere Moe vas last.
Annoyed:
All right.
Addressing the group:
We’ll be back as soon as we can.
Or later.
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?
Sniffling:
Sure.
Rachel pulls out a screwdriver and hands it to Bill who looks at it puzzled, then at Rachel.
Thanks...
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.
Offstage:
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.
Strong oak.
Mel shakes his head.
Disgustedly:
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?
Annoyed:
Why don’t you shut your can?
Shouldn’t we be getting back to Edna?
Annoyed:
Who? Oh, Edna. Where the hell were we?
You wanted each of us to speak...
Interrupting angrily:
Shut up! What’s after that?
The circle of prayer, I believe.
Circle of prayer? Sounds satanic.
Annoyed:
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.
They comply.
I feel like I’m in bloody Sunday School.
Ignoring Mel:
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.
Beat.
Pray for the beautiful earth that God has given us.
Or Buddha.
Angrily:
What are you, a goddamn Buddhist?!
Sheepishly:
Well...no. I just wanted to add some diversity.
Sarcastically:
Oh, great, he’s a Tibetan monk slash necrophiliatic lawyer!
Short pause:
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.
Vhat?
There is another silence.
Pray for my darling wife. May she rest in peace.
Pause:
Pray for my ’78 Dodge Cornet.
In unison:
What?!
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.
Sarcastically:
Another good move by the lawyerboy.
Fed up:
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.
Jury!
Objection!
Roars:
Sustained!
Incredulous:
What are ya doin’ with the hands of my wife?!
Covering up:
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.
Blackout.
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.
...seven times.
Mr. Bobbins...
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.
Surprised:
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.
Sarcastically:
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.
Sarcastically:
You’re a regular Florence Nightingale.
I’d think you’d be thankful, considering you were the one who started the fire.
Excuse me?
I was able to pick up all the clues.
It wasn’t me. I always assumed that you started the fire.
Me?
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?
Essentially, yes.
Sarcastically:
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.
Pause.
By the way, who won first place over us?
I don’t know, some kid who did experiments with spontaneous combustion.
Pause.
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.
Laughing:
You hated me! I hated you, too!
Laughing:
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...
Interrupting:
I could have thrown you back.
Slim shrugs.
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.
Angrily:
You’re so damn competitive! I don’t see why you continually fight for control...
He pauses.
...unless that’s it...
To Sarah.
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.
Without remorse:
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.
Dejected:
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.
No.
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...
Interrupting:
You mean the one serving two years for assaulting the prosecutor with the judge’s gavel?
Pause.
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.
Horrified:
You wouldn’t.
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.
Frustrated:
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.
Excuse me.
Slim walks out the front door and screams.
NOOOOOO!
Crying:
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?
Sarcastically:
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.
Angrily:
You destroyed Mr. Bobbins, my only link to my childhood.
Besides me.
Besides you, but that’s irrelevant. When you killed that bear, you killed something inside of me, too.
Sarah scoffs.
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?
Why not?
Bitterly:
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?
Sarcastically:
With your hands!
She begins poking Slim in the chest, but he pushes her away.
Bitterly:
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!!
Stepping forward:
I hate you!
They suddenly embrace and kiss passionately, falling back onto the couch.
Blackout.
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.
Slyly:
Vas it good for you, Moe?
Horrified:
We didn’t.
Walking to Moe:
Ve did.
Gets up:
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 awake.
Hesitantly:
You’re not Eva.
Puzzled:
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.
No.
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.
Farmer Del?
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.
Oh?
“Or”!
Ah.
Why all the fuss over my name, anyway?
Oh, no reason.
Moe begins whistling “The Farmer in the Dell”.
Annoyed:
Now, don’t you start with that stupid song! I can’t stand it!
Embarrassed:
I’m sorry...I thought it would be funny.
Sarcastically:
Yeah, funny as hell.
Really! I’m sorry.
Moe pauses.
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?
Moe sighs.
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?
Pet Cemetery?
I hope not.
What, then?
Women!
Women?
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.
Left you?
I wanted farming and she wanted something easier.
You wanted fresh air, she wanted Times Square?
Yeah.
You didn’t mind the chores, but she would miss the stores!
Exactly! But do you know what she hated most?
Your pig, Wilbur?
Puzzled:
No. Where would you get an idea like that?
Nowhere...
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...
Yeah!
The neighbor who invades my life for her own desires...
Yeah!
...and Rachel...
Moe softens.
Rachel...
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.
Interrupting:
Understands you?
He scoffs.
Is this the same woman who won’t tolerate your friends?
But...
Interrupting:
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.
Blackout.
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.
Slim?! Slim?!
Bill exits through the kitchen and, realizing Slim is on the couch with a woman, reenters slowly.
Slim!
What?
Bewildered:
That’s...That’s...
Annoyed:
What?
A woman!!
Sarcastically:
You’re quite the Rhodes scholar.
Bewildered:
But, it’s...it’s...
Slim’s ex-wife Sarah.
Extending a hand:
Nice to see you, too, Bill.
Seriously:
There is a perfectly logical explanation...
Interrupting:
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.
Stymied:
Slim, since when did you do anybody a favor?
Hugging Sarah:
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.
Why?
Moe fell out of Eva’s car. He could be dead!
That’ll put a dent in his wedding plans.
Exasperated:
Aren’t you just the least bit worried?! Moe is somewhere in the middle of nowhere, out there!
Where?
Yes!
He’s got a point, honey.
Irritably:
I wish I knew what the hell it was.
Extremely exasperated:
Slimmm!! Aren’t you just the tiniest bit concerned?!
Listen, this isn’t the first time Moe has been thrown from a moving vehicle.