| ACT 1
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| Speaker
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Dialogue
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| Interior: Weston House, morning. Dr. Harry Weston comes down the stairs into his kitchen, his big dog DREYFUSS running alongside him.
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| HARRY
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Yeah, Dreyfuss, hurry. There we go. That's my good boy. That's my Dreyfuss. (He opens the back door and motions for Dreyfuss to go outside.) All right, Dreyfuss, out!
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| DREYFUSS just sits at the door, unmoving.
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| HARRY
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Dreyfuss, I know you have to go. You have not been out since last night!
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| DREYFUSS continues to sit there, doing nothing.
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| HARRY
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You have an extraordinary bladder. I like that in a dog. I'd like that in me.
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| DREYFUSS continues to sit there, doing nothing.
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| HARRY
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Please, Dreyf, you have to go! Go!
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| DREYFUSS continues to sit there.
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| HARRY
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Fine. Don't go. See if I care.
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| HARRY shuts the back door and goes back into the kitchen.
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| HARRY
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Dreyfuss. You know, for your information, some animals can get their own food. You should see what monkeys can do. They take care of their handicapped. They're like nurses with tails.
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| HARRY
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Well, you know what I mean. Come on, we're gonna eat now, right?
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| HARRY fills DREYFUSS'S bowl and goes over to the other side of the kitchen, setting the bowl down for DREYFUSS.
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| HARRY
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You gonna eat for Harry this morning? Have a little breakfast for us?
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| HARRY sits next to DREYFUSS. Dreyfuss doesn't move from his spot on the floor.
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| HARRY
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Dreyfuss, what is that look?
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| HARRY
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Libby...is dead. Which means I don't have a wife, and you don't have lamb chops. Gah, she spoiled you rotten, Dreyfuss!
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| The phone suddenly starts to ring. HARRY gets up and goes to answer it.
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| HARRY
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Dr. Weston. Hi, Emily, baby. How are you? Midterms over? Ha. I bet that's a relief. So it's sunny up there in New York? (He pauses.) But Willard Scott had a big sun over New York. How could it be raining? (He pauses, listening to Emily.) Yeah, well, if Willard would spend a little less time on the date nut cake from Vermont, a little more time on the maps...
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| HARRY pauses, listening to EMILY talk.
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| HARRY
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I-I don't know what you wear to the opera, dear. I've never been to the opera. Don't worry. I can find out about these things. I will ask your sisters. I will get you the latest in opera-wearing information. Okay? Love you, too, baby. Bye.
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| HARRY hangs up the phone.
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| HARRY
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The opera, Dreyfuss, the opera. What do you wear to the opera if you're a nineteen-year-old girl?
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| DREYFUSS continues laying on the floor, staring into space.
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| HARRY
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You never were a morning person, were you, Dreyfuss?
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| TIME LAPSE: Afternoon. SCENE: Community Medical Center, pediatric exam room.
HARRY is seeing a little boy named ROCCO and his irritated mother. He enters the office after having kept them waiting on a test result and goes to sit down in front of the table.
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| HARRY
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So, Rocco...you did swallow your mother's ring.
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| MRS. FOGAL
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Sapphire ring.
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| HARRY
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Well, don't worry, kiddo. It's not gonna hurt.
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| MRS. FOGAL
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Him? What about me? Three carats, surrounded by diamonds.
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| HARRY
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Now, we can get the ring, and it won't hurt.
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| MRS. FOGAL
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When? I have a function tonight-
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| HARRY
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(ignoring Mrs. Fogal) So Rocco, what happened? Were you playing with the ring? Were you afraid your mother would catch you-
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| MRS. FOGAL
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(interrupting Harry, nodding smugly) Exactly.
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| HARRY
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(irritated) Is your name Rocco?
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| MRS. FOGAL stares at him and shuts up. HARRY turns back to ROCCO.
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| HARRY
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Now, listen. Your throat is fine, your insides are fine. You know what's gonna happen? It'll just come out the other end.
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| HARRY
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In the front door... (He makes a silly suction noise.) Out the back door!
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| MRS. FOGAL
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When exactly?
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| HARRY
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Call Roto-Rooter, okay? Maybe they can hurry it along.
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| MRS. FOGAL
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Well, it's just that I have this-
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| HARRY
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(interrupting Mrs. Fogal) Function. I know. Well, your function will have to wait for his function.
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| HARRY
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Mrs. Fogal, dear, why don't you just wait outside for a minute? (He leads Mrs. Fogal towards the door and pushes her outside.) I just want to have a little guy talk with Rocco. Bye.
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| HARRY shuts the door and sighs out loud. He looks at ROCCO and shakes his head.
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| HARRY
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Your mother...is not getting a lollipop today.
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| ROCCO smiles a little bit. HARRY sits back down with ROCCO.
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| HARRY
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So listen to me. Now, from now on, you only swallow food, right? Okay. You still scared? (Rocco shakes his head.) Now, listen. (He writes his phone number down on a piece of paper.) This is my home number. You can call me if you need to talk. Okay?
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| ROCCO
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Okay.
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| HARRY
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Good guy. Come here. That phone number...
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| He leans towards Rocco and speaks very seriously.
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| HARRY
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Do not give it to your mother. It's just for us.
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| Nurse LAVERNE TODD enters the exam room, STAGE LEFT.
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| LAVERNE
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Time's up in here.
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| HARRY
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Haven't I told you to knock first?
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| LAVERNE
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Yeah. You got twenty-five phone calls to return. The waiting room's so backed up, we're out of toys. Plus, the Play-Doh's gone hard. I'm not working through my lunch again, so you get a move on, or you'll be doing this without a nurse.
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| LAVERNE leads ROCCO out of the exam room, STAGE LEFT.
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| HARRY
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You do know monkeys could be nurses.
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| LAVERNE
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Yeah, if most of them weren't doctors.
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| LAVERNE and HARRY exit into the waiting room. LAVERNE goes behind the desk as HARRY approaches her.
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| HARRY
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Laverne, what do you wear to the opera?
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| LAVERNE
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How the hell would I know? I'm from Arkansas.
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| LAVERNE exits into the waiting area DOWNSTAGE. EVA BARRETT, an attractive virologist, enters from DOWNSTAGE.
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| EVA
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Hi. Got a minute?
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| LAVERNE
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Thirty seconds.
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| HARRY
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I wish I could fire you.
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| LAVERNE
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I wish I could quit!
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| HARRY turns back to EVA as LAVERNE goes to get another patient.
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| HARRY
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What do you wear to the opera?
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| EVA
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I don't go. Do we have a date tonight?
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| HARRY
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A ba...a date?
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| EVA
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Well, yes.
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| LAVERNE
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(Enters from DOWNSTAGE LEFT with a little boy on her arm.) Runny nose, sore throat, slight fever.
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| HARRY
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(starts walking away from the patient) Well, keep him away from me! I don't want to catch it!
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| LAVERNE leads the patient into the office.
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| HARRY
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Eva, are you ki...are you crazy? Date? I don't date. My wife just died.
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| EVA
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Harry, we have been having dinner together every Friday night for the past year. If that's not dating, what is it?
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| HARRY
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Eating.
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| EVA
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Eating. Right.
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| HARRY
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We've just been eating. And talking. A little walking.
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| EVA
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Right.
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| LAVERNE
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Sounds like dating.
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| HARRY
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My god, I feel awful. My wife just died, and I'm dating.
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| EVA
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Libby died eighteen months ago, Harry. Look, all I want to know is are we eating together tonight?
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| HARRY
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Of course.
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| EVA
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Great. See you at 7:30?
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| HARRY
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Okay.
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| EVA leaves. HARRY goes over to LAVERNE, still shell-shocked by the conversation.
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| HARRY
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You believe that? She thinks we've been dating.
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| LAVERNE
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In my town, we didn't have dating. You washed your hair every Saturday night, and when you were fourteen, you married your cousin.
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HARRY stares at LAVERNE, unsure of whether to be shocked or uncomfortable. TIME LAPSE. Interior, Weston house, evening. CAROL is restocking HARRY'S fridge with groceries. HARRY comes into the kitchen, happy to see her.
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| HARRY
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Well! This is nice.
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| CAROL
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Your refrigerator is a disgrace, Daddy. Everything in here has a cartoon on the label. There is not one piece of fruit, nothing fresh.
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| HARRY
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More importantly, what do you wear to the opera?
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| CAROL
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How would I know? My ex-husband's idea of a night out was not with me. (She suddenly brightens.) You want to come to my house tonight? I'm making pasta.
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| HARRY
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Sorry, dear, I can't. I have a date.
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| CAROL stops what she's doing. She turns to look at her father in shock.
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| CAROL
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What?
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| HARRY
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You know Eva Barrett, the virologist.
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| CAROL
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You've been dating?
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| HARRY
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Well, I thought I'd been eating. Who knew I was dating?
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| CAROL
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But Mom just died.
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| HARRY sighs, resigned to repeat what EVA told him to try and ease his daughter's mind.
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| HARRY
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Carol, it's been eighteen months.
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| CAROL
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Eva Barrett is an awful woman. She was coming on to you at the funeral.
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| HARRY
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You used to like Eva Barrett.
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| CAROL
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Until the funeral. I saw what she did. She kissed you!
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| CAROL storms out of THE KITCHEN, leaving HARRY alone.
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| HARRY
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Marty Spinetti kissed me, too! So far, we're not dating!
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| HARRY exits THE KITCHEN, follows CAROL into THE LIVING ROOM. CAROL begins packing things into her purse.
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| CAROL
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You're dating.
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| HARRY
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Come on, don't keep calling it dating. We are friends. Carol, listen. Hey, listen to me.
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| CAROL stops packing, looks at HARRY.
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| HARRY
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Aside from you and your sisters, she is the only living, caring being in my life right now who doesn't drink from a toilet.
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| CAROL shakes her head, quiet for a moment.
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| CAROL
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Well...as long as you're not dating. I mean, as long as you're friends.
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| HARRY
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That's what it is. Come on.
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| HARRY opens his arms and takes CAROL in a hug.
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| HARRY
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So speaking of dating, which I am not doing, how about you?
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| CAROL
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Dating? I love it. (She sits down on the chair.) I get to do an impersonation of a perfect person. I get to act much nicer than I really am. Be fascinated at how their therapy is going now that they're finally able to cry. And throw my head back...(She throws her head back in jubilant, but obviously-fake laughter.) in laughter at their wit as I eat my blackened redfish.
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| CHARLEY enters through the front door.
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| CHARLEY
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Hey, neighbor. (He sees Carol.) Darn, it's you.
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| CAROL
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I'm out of here. (She goes to finish packing up her purse.)
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| CHARLEY
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Hey, don't take it personally, Carol. It's just I don't like the food you bring. Your sister brings much better food. You bring all this weird health stuff.
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| CHARLEY walks into THE KITCHEN and opens the fridge. He's disgusted by what he sees.
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| CHARLEY
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Look at this. Everything in here is green.
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| HARRY
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It's good for you.
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| CHARLEY
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I don't eat anything green, except gum. (He spits his chewing gum into one of the shopping bags as Carol walks into the kitchen.)
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| CAROL
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You eat anything that's free.
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| CAROL takes the bag from the table and exits THE KITCHEN. CHARLEY follows her.
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| CHARLEY
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You know, you got a personality problem, Carol. Maybe that's why-
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| CHARLEY slaps his hand over his mouth, stopping himself from finishing his sentence. CAROL stops in her tracks and stares at him.
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| CAROL
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Maybe that's why, what?
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| CHARLEY
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(briefly pauses) I don't want to hurt you.
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| CAROL
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You can't hurt me.
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| CHARLEY
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Ho-ho, please! If I said to you maybe that's why your husband left you for that adorable blonde, um...what's her name?
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| CAROL is quiet for a moment. The tension is palpable.
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| CAROL
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(bitterly) Rita.
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| CHARLEY
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Ho-ho-ho-ho, yeah! Rita! God, I never saw a body like that in my life! I wanted to pray to her! But I don't want to say that to you, and, well, I never would, 'cause I'm a decent guy.
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| CAROL
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Bye-bye, Daddy. You have fun tonight. (She kisses HARRY goodbye and heads for the front door.) When do you sail next, Charley?
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| CHARLEY
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Tuesday.
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| CAROL
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Sink.
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CAROL exits the house.
TIME LAPSE. Exterior: Eva's home, night. EVA and HARRY are sitting out on her balcony overlooking the ocean. They have just finished their dinner and are dressed rather nicely.
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| HARRY
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That was great. Eva, that was just great.
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| EVA
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So, Harry, you haven't told me. How do you feel about dating?
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| HARRY
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Well, it's the same as eating, actually, except you can't write it off.
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| EVA
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Come on, Harry, you gotta admit it. We have a really terrific relationship here.
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| HARRY
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We do, we do. We really do. Hoo! Boy, what a clear night. I think I can see Cuba!
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| HARRY gets up and goes over to the balcony. EVA follows him.
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| EVA
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We've known each other for sixteen years. We're both widowed.
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| HARRY
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Have you ever been to Cuba? I would love to go to Cuba. I haven't had a decent cigar since the missile crisis.
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| EVA
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Harry, we're not twenty-five.
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| HARRY
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(laughs)
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| EVA
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Why don't we get married?
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| HARRY
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Ho-ho-ho... Yes. Married.
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| EVA
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Yes.
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| HARRY grows concerned when EVA doesn't share his laughter. She's very serious.
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| HARRY
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This is our first date. This is the first time I ever brought you flowers. I mean, they're not even serious flowers like long-stem roses. There just happened to be a kid at the off ramp, you know?
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| EVA
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Harry, we've been seeing each other for over a year, and you didn't even know we were dating. I want an answer soon.
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| HARRY
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Well, what's soon?
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| EVA
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Soon is by Monday.
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| HARRY
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That's soon, all right.
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| EVA
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Because, Harry, if the answer is no...I have to get on with my life.
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| HARRY stares at EVA in shock.
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| HARRY
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Are you serious? You mean if I say no, you won't see me anymore?
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| EVA
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I'm crazy about you. But I've got to get on with it.
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| HARRY
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Come...Eva, now, this is...this is nuts! I mean, marriage. It's so fast. One date, a few carnations, blue ones, you know. We haven't had sex. I mean, we haven't even kissed.
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| EVA pulls HARRY over to her and kisses him. End of ACT 1.
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