AT RISE:
DAN sits at a computer. STU lounges, because he’s just a loungin’ type of guy. The audience immediately hates him, but hopes for some sort of noble action on Stu’s part to turn their expectations on their ear. (SPOILER: This won’t happen. (SPOILER SPOILER: Or will it?))
DAN:
Hey Stu?
STU:
Yeah, Dan?
DAN:
I need a racial epithet.
STU:
…What?
DAN:
You know, an epithet. A word, phrase, or expression used invectively as a term of abuse or contempt, to express hostility.
STU:
Yes, I know what a racial epithet is, Daniel. I’m simply wondering why you need one.
DAN:
I just do.
STU:
Fair enough. Who for?
DAN:
Turquoise people.
STU:
What, like people from Arizona?
DAN:
Don’t be stupid. I mean like people that are turquoise.
STU:
There are no turquoise people.
DAN:
There could be.
STU:
No, there couldn’t.
DAN:
Well maybe there should be.
STU:
But there’s not.
DAN:
But if there were, wouldn’t you like to get in on the ground floor?
STU:
The ground floor of racism?
DAN:
Sure.
STU:
When did you become Hitler?
DAN:
Meh.
STU:
That’s not an answer.
DAN:
Sure it is. Just not a good one.
The two men stare at each other for a long, long beat.
STU:
Turquoise people?
DAN:
I was thinking something along the lines of “Turq-wads”
Stu opens his mouth to say something, catches himself, and instead turns on his heel and exits the room. Dan turns to the audience.
DAN:
Everybody’s a critic!
TREMENDOUS APPLAUSE AND LAUGHTER!
BLACKOUT. END PLAY.
14 years ago

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