-I’m not
sitting here, Fran!
-Oh Tod.
-Don’t
start that, Fran.
-He did say,
“Center Stage.”
-Why us?
-We’re
props, Tod.
-Why’d he
choose us, Fran? We’re not the only Americans. We weren’t first in line. Is it
my weight? Is it your-
-He looked
so pleased to put us here.
-And so
we’re just going to sit here ‘cause “Monsieur” looked pleased? Are you nuts,
Fran?
-Oh, Tod. You wanted something contemporary… You like being on
stage.
-I can’t
even talk to you.
-Don’t
touch them!
-There’s
got to be a back door. Don’t want to step over your “Monsieur”. Why’s he
standing guard like that?
-Tod, you never touch the curtains in a theatre.
-Why the
hell not? Let me guess, because theatre is like life? Is that it, Fran? You
don’t turn your back on anybody, and you don’t touch his curtains? You’re
pathetic, Fran!
-Sit down, Tod.
-I don’t
like that tone, Fran.
-What tone?
-That sweet
little voice of yours! I hate it when you get all nice. I know what you’re thinking.
-If you don’t
want to-
-Stop
whispering, Fran!
-If you don’t
want to be part of the spectacle, sit down and try to act-
-Act how?
-Now is not
the time.
-Come on, Fran,
how should I act?
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