Mr. Burns and Other Plays. Anne Washburn

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      D: What a fascinating sunshine; lustrous and pitiless (I must return my video soon)

      F: And so we had this whole discussion. And then he emailed me.

      C: Wireless technology is what I like to call bleed-over technology, it’s a commercial civilian application—

      E: —over in the corner, where there’s that chunk of ivy . . .

      F: It’s the classic tale—every man you speak to over thirty-five: “can’t eat like I used to”

      A: Forget about it, I lost

      F: I’m babbling right now—

      A: I lost about forty-thirty, forty dollars

       There is a change of light, or a shift in sound.

      JEREMIAH:

       A dry wind bears down

       from the high rocks

       a hot wind from hard places

       He is heard, but not heard.

      C: Well it was after an NA meeting, and we were all waiting to go out to dinner to celebrate one of the, well it was some sort of anniversary

      B: See what I was telling you? It’s so cute!

      A: It’s just a big dog.

      B AND F: It’s so cute!

      D: I didn’t think it was that moronic.

      E: Isn’t this part of Manhattan so nice? It’s like a village. Like a little village.

      A: So far I like all of the parts of Manhattan I’ve seen

      B: . . . Slow motion—

      A: —from our hotel

      E: Remember I was so nice to Martin? And Martin hated me on sight and that proved my point.

      C: If you say “microwave” or anything related to the microwave, like rubbermaid, brodware, or tupperware—

      B: Well I feel like—

      F: Well that’s good—

      A: If you have a hundred dollars—

      E: Mommy, it’s really fun but it’s scary.

       Beat.

       But it’s really fun.

      D (Singing lightly):

       “dust in de wind”

      JEREMIAH:

       The young lions roar upon you, and yell

       and they make your land waste

       your cities are burned without inhabitant

      C: This girl Bowen right?

      A: Oh god not this again

      C: Fucking tits. Perfect rack right?

      D (To a child): Yeah that’s the Verrazano Bridge. You can see it all the way from here because it’s big. It’s a Big Bridge.

      F: That hurt, I mean she really bumped me.

      C: Right. Whatever. I still say you’re gay.

      G: I’m gonna stop off here at the restroom

      JEREMIAH:

       They that did feed delicately

       are desolate in the streets:

       they that were brought up in scarlet

       embrace dunghills

      C: Whoops! Are you okay?

      F: Uh . . . yes. Yep. Yes I am.

      E: They can hear your voice saying “shit” on the first reel

      F (To a child): And he’d love it—about the hobgoblins and everything

      D (Precise): Yes, he would.

      C: We’re not really free. The government tries to trick us.

      JEREMIAH:

       Thus saith the Lord:

       Behold,

       I will give this city into the hand of the King of Babylon

       and he shall burn it with fire.

      E: I always have the same strange sick sad feeling when I see a mad prophet which is this: what if he is right. I always sort of think: he’s right!

      B: I know. I do too. I think: that’s my own mad spirit, cut loose somehow from my own body, striding through the streets expressly to warn me.

      E: Oh. I don’t think that. But that’s interesting.

      B: I do, actually, sort of. For fun, mainly. I always stand far back. I think—what if he grabs me, what if he looks into my eyes, what if they’re my eyes. And then I have to leave off everything I’m doing and wear bad clothes and go barefoot through the street raving too.

       Bit of a pause.

       I don’t really believe this. But I think it for fun.

      E: I like it. I like it. It’s exciting. I might start thinking that too.

       You never know do you. It could be true.

      JEREMIAH:

       Therefore thus saith the Lord concerning the prophets that prophecy in my name;

       I sent them not

       neither have I commanded them

       neither spake unto them:

       they prophesy unto you a false vision

       and a thing of nought:

       the deceit of their heart

       they say: Sword and Famine shall not be in this land . . .

       by Sword and Famine shall those prophets be consumed!

      THE NON-PROPHET: What people don’t realize (Takes a sip from his little espresso cup) is that you do have a choice.

       You do not have to become a prophet.

       And I’m not saying that God isn’t insistent . . .

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