Dr Walmarto: I have a problem.
Argo: What is it, Doc?
Dr Walmarto: Often, I-
(Nina enters)
Argo: Go on, Doc, what's the problem?
Nina: Walmarto has a problem? What's wrong, Doc?
Dr Walmarto: See, often I am unable to-
(Bellboy enters)
Bellboy: Man! That guy won't stop talking! When is this thing going to be over?
Nina: Shush! Walmarto's telling us his problem!
Bellboy: Is it about his father? Doc, you don't have to do this.
Argo: And why not?
Bellboy: Because you and Nina will laugh at him, that's why.
Nina: Will not! How can you say that?
Argo: I think you undervalue our respective capacities for empathy, Bellboy. I am an excellent listener, and Nina can be very perceptive. Combined, we will make this very worthwhile.
Nina: Right, now Doc, what's going on?
Dr Walmarto: Often, too often, I am unable to discriminate between Tracey Chapman and Dan Fogelberg. They peaked twenty years apart, are of different gender, and of different racial makeup, and yet-
Argo: That's pretty lame, Doc.
Nina: Yeah, that's a pathetic problem. I wouldn't tell people about it.
Argo: You suck, Doc.
(Argo leaves)
Nina: Anyway, Bellboy, the speaker stops at eleven, that's what Ms Sandy said. Then they're giving out awards, then it's all over.
Bellboy: That really is a silly problem Doc. I wouldn't let it bother you.
Dr Walmarto: My father always told me he wanted-
Nina: Doc, we're not falling for it. It's eleven, Bellboy, you should get ready for the escapees.
(Nina leaves)
Dr Walmarto: He always told me he wanted to go to Sweden, to see the ice foxes.
Bellboy: Are there ice foxes in Sweden?
Dr Walmarto: They're lovely! Beautiful white fur, like a snowy flame enveloping a puppydog. They eat only snow, and they never, ever urinate.
Bellboy: O, eleven comes! And I, trapped, with Walmarto, sigh to Great Heaven.
Dr Walmarto: Sad, it's so sad.
Genius! I laughed! The Dan Fogelburg Tracy Chapman thing felt like things were moving in a different direction for a bit, and then...!
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