Copyright © 1991
MARCY | Long Island Jewish-American Princess. Female - mid 20's to early 30's. |
AMI | A talkative, excitable drama student. Female - early 20's. |
STUART | Businessman. Buttoned-down, nebbishy male - late 30's and up. |
DAVID | Marcy's henpecked husband. Male - late 20's to early 30's. Very handsome and very emasculated. |
TICKETHOLDER | Jesus, the Son of God. |
AMI STUART DAVID MARCY AMI
STUART AMI STUART MARCY
MARCY STUART AMI
DAVID MARCY MARCY STUART AMI STUART AMI, DAVID & MARCY STUART AMI DAVID MARCY AMI STUART
MARCY STUART MARCY AMI AMI
MARCY AMI MARCY AMI MARCY MARCY AMI
MARCY DAVID DAVID
AMI STUART DAVID STUART STUART
STUART STUART AMI STUART
STUART AMI
STUART (cont'd) AMI STUART AMI
STUART STUART DAVID AMI STUART MARCY DAVID MARCY DAVID STUART DAVID DAVID
DAVID (cont'd)
DAVID (cont'd) STUART DAVID AMI DAVID MARCY
STUART DAVID STUART DAVID MARCY DAVID MARCY DAVID MARCY DAVID MARCY STUART MARCY STUART AMI MARCY AMI MARCY STUART AMI
*** END OF EXCERPT ***
(Sound of applause. Lights slowly come up. Seated from SL to SR are
STUART, AMI, MARCY and DAVID. DAVID is sleeping. MARCY is angrily fidgeting.
AMI is gleefully riveted, mangling her program. STUART is looking through
opera glasses.)
David?
David?
(STUART puts down his opera glasses, opens his program and shows AMI a
page inside.)
Oh, THAT'S where I've seen him! He looks different.
DAVID!!!
(Wakes abruptly) Huh? Is it over?
It's intermission.
(STUART looks through his opera glasses again, stands and starts
exaggerated waving at someone far, far away.)
Friend of yours?
My client.
Hmm. He got a great seat.
Orchestra. Ninth row center.
(STUART sits.)
I'm thrilled just to be here.
Who asked you.
Yes. Who indeed.
(Pause as DAVID readjusts and STUART looks through his opera glasses. He
notices something and puts the glasses down.)
David, what are you doing?
Just getting comfortable, muffin.
Is THAT all it takes?
I'm warning you ...
It's still there, you know.
What's still there?
That empty seat.
(in unison)
WHERE?!
(Points) Right there. Four rows down, three over.
(All look eagerly.)
(Elated) It's ... it's WONDERFUL!
(Elated) It's the best seat in the theatre!
(Disgusted) It's no better than these!
I'll bet from there you can see the back of the stage!
I'll even bet you can make out their faces.
Finders-keepers. See you on MetroNorth.
(STUART starts to leave.)
Oh, no you don't! That seat is mine!
I beg your pardon? DAVID But MY father gave us the tickets. It should be mine.
WHAT?!
Deserve?! What the devil are you talking about?!
Well, if you MUST know, I'm an actress.
(Long pause.)
So?
At least you can write if off on your taxes.
I've never heard anything so ridiculous in my life!
And you think YOU deserve the seat?
I hope you weren't referring to me.
There's no money in Theatre.
Oh? And what do YOU do?
(DAVID rolls his eyes -- he knows what's coming.)
Do? (laughs)
(Whining) But Daaaaa-viiiiid! I want the seeeeeeeeeat!
I would have never guessed. Which exit?
(DAVID and MARCY chat quietly to each other.)
How much did he stick you for?
One hundred dollars each.
Ouch!
That's the man you were waving at?
There, there. You'll be okay. Can I see those?
(AMI takes STUART's opera glasses and proceeds to look at everything
through them.)
(unison) NO!
Make it twenty! I MUST HAVE THAT SEAT!!
Look, your friend is waving.
(AMI pulls the glasses out of STUART's reach. STUART is terrified.)
You're afraid of heights!
So?! Is it any business of yours?
I don't care! It's better than this! Now GIVE ME THE FUCKING GLASSES!!
(STUART lunges toward AMI for the glasses. They wrestle for a moment and
the glasses drop and break.)
OH MY GOD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
Look, I'm sorry. I'll replace them.
That's not what I mean! I can't survive without those glasses!
Sure you can. Don't have a hissy.
(AMY pulls STUART to his feet and takes him through an actor's breathing
exercise. She sits as he continues breathing.)
Excuse me, fella ...
(Breathes) Stuart.
(Clears her throat) I got the best deal.
Oh? How do you figure?
(still breathing, starts wheezing) I'm feeling dizzy ... AMI
Stop breathing.
I didn't pay for them!
(Under his breath) But I'm sure payin' for 'em.
I heard that. You'll pay for it now.
I'm telling Daddy!
Oh, Jesus!
I second it.
All in favor?
(AMI & DAVID enthusiastically raise their hands.)
All opposed?
(All look to MARCY, who is confused.)
Abstentions?
I abstain.
Oh, no. I think my nose is starting to bleed.
You'll be okay once the second act starts.
(To MARCY) Take the seat or I'll throttle you by the neck.
You wouldn't dare.
(DAVID maniacally grabs MARCY by the throat. STUART jumps up and holds
DAVID back.)
It's not worth it, man. It's just a seat in a theatre.
You seem to want it pretty bad.
It's different. I need it for health reasons.
Same here. If she doesn't take the seat, I'll ruin her health.
David, take me home.
Nope. I want to see the play.
Then I'm going without you.
Can't. I have the car keys.
Fine. I'll take a cab.
I'm holding all the cash.
I have credit cards.
Cabs don't take plastic.
Butt out, death breath.
Deal.
Guys! Let's get reasonable!
Yeah! Listen to Miss No-Talent Actress!
No-Talent?
(Realizing her faux pas) I meant it as a ... uh ... compliment.
How frightening.
(All start advancing on MARCY when the TICKETHOLDER enters from behind.)
Release her. (All release MARCY.)