Act 2 Flashcards
Ken: my what?
Me: your fork scraping your plate.
Ken: I can make out voices now. Just a little here and there
Me: you think I can have another cigarette?
Ernie: why didn’t I see it? People running up and down stairs no one answering the door cans of shaving cream exploding. I’m on the staff of Bellevue hospital. How could I believe such a story? You never let on.
Me: listen I was so desperate for a smoke I went into Charlie’s bathroom and tried to light up a Q-tip.
Cookie: Don’t you have any self control?
Me: Of course. I only smoked half. Something’s wrong with Ken.
Ernie: Lenny, don’t.
Me: I don’t know if this would help her any, but there’s a big crystal chandelier in the dining room. Should I mention it to her?
Ernie: Bravissima
Me: Arregeno! Arregeno. The skin on the duck was so crispy.
Claire: Lenny wanted to call the police.
Me: So what are you saying? That it’s Ken’s responsibility? He takes the rap for this?
Lenny: What we’re saying is, if it comes down to it, he’s the most logical, that’s all.
Me: I can’t believe this. Ken almost went deaf trying to protect Charlie and everyone else here. I expected a little bit more from his friends. My God, what a bunch of wimps. Have you heard any of this Ken?
Cookie: I lost my earrings. My good earrings. My grandmother’s earrings.
Me: Where did you lose them?
Ken: Excuse me. I must have eaten too quickly.
Me: That was the intercom Ken. Not you.
Claire: Isn’t it odd that all the women’s names begin with a C?
Me: That’s right.
Cookie: Except Myra.
Me: Her middle name is Clara.
Claire: And the men’s names are all the same. Len, Glenn, Ken.
Me: That’s right.
Ken: Oh! Oh my God! Oh Jesus!
Me: What? What is it?
Cookie: I just thought of something. Glenn went to Penn.
Me: Oh sit on it will you honey.
Lenny: Ah shit the good side too I bet.
Me: I just figured it out.
Claire: I know what she’s going to say. Glenn, Ken and Len are all men.
Me: No no no. It’s Glenn Cooper. Glen is the one Myra is having the affair with.
Cookie: You think so.
Me: Figure it out. Myra’s been working very hard on Glenn’s campaign. Two three nights a week. Late nights.
Ken: Exactly. But he doesn’t know the rest of you know about the gunshot.
Me: Slower, go slower. Talk like we’re children.
Claire: And then you told everybody after Lenny told everybody.
Me: Go fast again. It doesn’t make any difference.