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CAMILLA: I can’t believe you. You were adopted, I swear to God. You go through life without giving a shit about anything. The universe is just a board game to you! Win or lose, good or bad, life or death, you just...don’t…give…a…shit! I mean, for God’s sake, look at what you wore to the funeral! [Motioning to Madelyn’s outfit.] It looks like a Care Bear threw up on you! You have absolutely no respect for the dead! Or the living!
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SAM: Well, it’s true. I mean, you are only 28…
CAMILLA: Only 28? Only 28?! 28 is eternity…28 is over the hill…28 is death.
SAM: Now, that’s going a bit over the top, don’t you think?
CAMILLA: [Dismissively.] Oh, what do you know. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. You’re still in college. You’re still on a meal plan, in a dorm room. Nothing more to worry about than waking up for your 11 o’clock class and the complex decision of which you’d rather do this afternoon: get high or drunk. Cute girls everywhere. College never gives you a sense of the real world…
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ROGER: [Pause; looks up from the book.] Are you just going to paint all night?
MADELYN: It’s therapeutic.
ROGER: It’s one in the morning.
MADELYN: It’s not like we have to be anywhere tomorrow.
ROGER: Well…it’s your chi. If you want to throw it off balance, that’s your choice.
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MADELYN: Would you like to sit down, Mrs. Stein?
MRS. STEIN: No, thank you dear. I’m afraid if I try to sit down I won’t be able to get back up. I just came over because I made more than enough tuna casserole. So I said to Mr. Stein, “You want I should go over and give those children something to nosh?” And he just coughs and reads his paper like always. So I decide I should bring you some. After all, with no mother (aleha ha sholem, may she rest in peace) who else is going to feed you? [Hands casserole to Madelyn.]
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ROGER: Nothing better than tuna casserole! …At 8 o’clock in the morning…[Madelyn glares at him. Small pause.] Or any other time of the day.
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ROGER: I still don’t know why we needed to go shopping-
MADELYN: Because-
ROGER: I mean, the neighbors have brought over enough food we could start our own grocery store.
MADELYN: I just wanted to get out of that house.
ROGER: I mean, we’re up to our elbows in casseroles. I feel terrible-we have enough casseroles to feed an entire third world country.
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ROGER: No, Maddie, you listen to me. [Standing nearer to her; softly.] You can’t say, “Tomorrow I’ll do this,” and “Tomorrow I’ll go there,” because…tomorrow is never guaranteed. You can’t live your life so indecisively.
MADELYN: Okay. You want to know if I want a baby? I guess I don’t. Not out of wedlock I don’t. The answer is “no.” Are you happy?
ROGER: Marry me, Madelyn.
MADELYN: And it’s not that I don’t like babies, I love bab-what?
ROGER: Will you marry me?
MADELYN: What?!
ROGER: It’s a simple “yes” or “no” question. Will. You. Marry. Me?
MADELYN: Roger, I-
ROGER: [Gets down on both knees before her.] I don’t have a ring…in fact, I don’t have much of anything…but I love you more than I’ve loved anyone else in my life. [Pause.] God, I sound like a Barry Manilow song.
MADELYN: Roger, I-
ROGER: If you’re not ready, I’ll understand. But if you’re not ready now, I doubt you’ll ever be ready…
MADELYN: Will you shut up so I can answer?! [Takes his hand and brings him to his feet.]
ROGER: I’m sorry.
Madelyn smiles and kisses him.
ROGER: I’m going to take that as a “yes.”
MADELYN: Good call. [Small pause.] I can’t believe you just proposed to me in a grocery store.
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[Peter and Sam just "came out" to Peter's sisters, Camilla and Madelyn, and Madelyn's fiance, Roger, at the dinner table.]
ROGER: So, let me get this straight…
CAMILLA: Roger, I don’t think there’s anything straight about it…
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I probably should've just posted the entire play, huh? Oh, well.
Darn it all. I feel myself brimming with creativity, yet I can't seem to write a damn thing. I tried painting this evening, and just went back over everything with white acrylic because I got frustrated and it was crap. Why am I in such a funk?
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SAM: Well, it’s true. I mean, you are only 28…
CAMILLA: Only 28? Only 28?! 28 is eternity…28 is over the hill…28 is death.
SAM: Now, that’s going a bit over the top, don’t you think?
CAMILLA: [Dismissively.] Oh, what do you know. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. You’re still in college. You’re still on a meal plan, in a dorm room. Nothing more to worry about than waking up for your 11 o’clock class and the complex decision of which you’d rather do this afternoon: get high or drunk. Cute girls everywhere. College never gives you a sense of the real world…
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ROGER: [Pause; looks up from the book.] Are you just going to paint all night?
MADELYN: It’s therapeutic.
ROGER: It’s one in the morning.
MADELYN: It’s not like we have to be anywhere tomorrow.
ROGER: Well…it’s your chi. If you want to throw it off balance, that’s your choice.
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MADELYN: Would you like to sit down, Mrs. Stein?
MRS. STEIN: No, thank you dear. I’m afraid if I try to sit down I won’t be able to get back up. I just came over because I made more than enough tuna casserole. So I said to Mr. Stein, “You want I should go over and give those children something to nosh?” And he just coughs and reads his paper like always. So I decide I should bring you some. After all, with no mother (aleha ha sholem, may she rest in peace) who else is going to feed you? [Hands casserole to Madelyn.]
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ROGER: Nothing better than tuna casserole! …At 8 o’clock in the morning…[Madelyn glares at him. Small pause.] Or any other time of the day.
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ROGER: I still don’t know why we needed to go shopping-
MADELYN: Because-
ROGER: I mean, the neighbors have brought over enough food we could start our own grocery store.
MADELYN: I just wanted to get out of that house.
ROGER: I mean, we’re up to our elbows in casseroles. I feel terrible-we have enough casseroles to feed an entire third world country.
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ROGER: No, Maddie, you listen to me. [Standing nearer to her; softly.] You can’t say, “Tomorrow I’ll do this,” and “Tomorrow I’ll go there,” because…tomorrow is never guaranteed. You can’t live your life so indecisively.
MADELYN: Okay. You want to know if I want a baby? I guess I don’t. Not out of wedlock I don’t. The answer is “no.” Are you happy?
ROGER: Marry me, Madelyn.
MADELYN: And it’s not that I don’t like babies, I love bab-what?
ROGER: Will you marry me?
MADELYN: What?!
ROGER: It’s a simple “yes” or “no” question. Will. You. Marry. Me?
MADELYN: Roger, I-
ROGER: [Gets down on both knees before her.] I don’t have a ring…in fact, I don’t have much of anything…but I love you more than I’ve loved anyone else in my life. [Pause.] God, I sound like a Barry Manilow song.
MADELYN: Roger, I-
ROGER: If you’re not ready, I’ll understand. But if you’re not ready now, I doubt you’ll ever be ready…
MADELYN: Will you shut up so I can answer?! [Takes his hand and brings him to his feet.]
ROGER: I’m sorry.
Madelyn smiles and kisses him.
ROGER: I’m going to take that as a “yes.”
MADELYN: Good call. [Small pause.] I can’t believe you just proposed to me in a grocery store.
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[Peter and Sam just "came out" to Peter's sisters, Camilla and Madelyn, and Madelyn's fiance, Roger, at the dinner table.]
ROGER: So, let me get this straight…
CAMILLA: Roger, I don’t think there’s anything straight about it…
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I probably should've just posted the entire play, huh? Oh, well.
Darn it all. I feel myself brimming with creativity, yet I can't seem to write a damn thing. I tried painting this evening, and just went back over everything with white acrylic because I got frustrated and it was crap. Why am I in such a funk?