Act Three.
(Perry is in the room he shares with Arthur, looking at the door to the bathroom with a frown. The rest of the room is in shadow, with the light on him.)
Arthur must have moved it. I never move my shit, just keep it neat and where it belongs. It's because he's the butch one. Exercise fanatic, but no perfectionist. You know what, fuck it. That doesn't make sense. But I never move stuff, so it's got to be him. He's downstairs. I don't know what he's up to.
(He moves to the door of the room, followed by the spotlight, and leans over the stair railing. Shouting:)
Artie! Where the fuck is my bathrobe?
Arthur must have moved it. I never move my shit, just keep it neat and where it belongs. It's because he's the butch one. Exercise fanatic, but no perfectionist. You know what, fuck it. That doesn't make sense. But I never move stuff, so it's got to be him. He's downstairs. I don't know what he's up to.
(He moves to the door of the room, followed by the spotlight, and leans over the stair railing. Shouting:)
Artie! Where the fuck is my bathrobe?