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A Playlet Contributed by TRG, March 2004
Imagine a reality based program on the day-to-day goings on of a recently divorced couple and their family...
(Mom is in the kitchen bustling around and getting ready for work.)
MOM: Get in here Timmy; don't let your eggs get cold!
(Enter TIMMY)
TIMMY: Eeeewww. I hate eggs.
MOM: You don't hate eggs.
TIMMY: I hate the way you make them. Dad puts cheese and they're fluffy.
MOM: Well, dad isn't here, is he? You'll have to settle for mine. Mr. Jingles, get down!
(Mr. Jingles, the beloved family cat, lazily jumps off of the table. Timmy pushes his eggs around his plate and stabs them with his fork.)
MOM: Is your science project done? Did you remember to bring your geometry book home from dad's house?
TIMMY: Yes.
MOM: Did you study or stay up and play video games all night?
TIMMY: Studied.
(TIMMY starts humming "Hotel California" under his breath)
MOM: Hey, I know that song.
TIMMY: That's DebbieÕs favorite song.
MOM: Who's Debbie? A new friend from school?
TIMMY: No, she's dad's new friend.
MOM: Dad's new friend?
TIMMY: Yeah. Debbie.
MOM: Debbie from the office? Mr. Jingles, get down!
(To herself) Goddamn Don Henley autographed picture. No, Stan got it for me, it's a belated birthday gift... Does he ever say anything about me?
TIM: No. Can I have a Pop Tart?
MOM: No.
TIM: Debbie always has strawberry Pop tarts at her house.
(MOM gazes off, and "Hotel CA" starts playing. In a zombielike state she drifts off to her bedroom and sits in silence. "Hotel Ca" has been playing the whole time. She suddenly kicks her dresser and lets out a "fuck" under her breath.)
TIM: Mom! I'm gonna be late!
Mom: Coming... COMING!
FIN |
