AT RISE:
BEN and LISA share a bowl of pudding.
BEN:
Pudding.
LISA:
Yeah.
BEN:
So you feeling better?
LISA:
Not particularly.
BEN:
Hmm.
LISA:
What?
BEN:
I dunno, I really thought the pudding would do it.
LISA:
It's not the pudding, Ben.
BEN:
I know but... I mean, it's chocolate and everything.
LISA:
I know Ben, really. Great pudding.
BEN:
Fantastic?
LISA:
Yes Ben, this pudding is fantastic. If it had a saddle, I would ride this pudding into the sunset.
BEN:
But you don't feel any better.
LISA:
No.
(beat)
Well, less hungry.
BEN:
See? You do feel better.
LISA:
Not the time to be grasping at straws, my friend.
BEN:
I beg to differ.
LISA:
Look, you've got to accept that I'm just going to be mad for a little while, okay?
BEN:
No.
LISA:
No?
BEN:
I refuse to accept that you're just going to be mad for a litle while. Now eat your pudding.
LISA:
I'm starting to wish I had never sold myself into white slavery.
SURPRISE ENDING!
BLACKOUT. END PLAY.
14 years ago

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