Molly sculptor [all] Flashcards
Scene 1:
(On the Piglumps Express. Donna and Mooney are sitting on the train.)
Mooney: I can’t believe it, Donna! We’re starting our first year at Piglumps, School of Theatrical Arts.
Donna: About time. My brothers talk about it all the time. I can’t wait to take the Defense Against the Theatre Critics class.
Mooney: I can’t wait to meet a stage elf!
Donna: Don’t be daft! Everyone knows Stage Elves are just a made-up children’s story.
Mooney: Then how do you explain how things magically come together at the end of each tech week?
Donna: I don’t know. It’s a mystery.
Molly enters.
Molly: Excuse me, is this seat taken?
Donna: No way! You’re Molly Sculptor!
Molly: I’m sorry, have we met?
Mooney: Can we see it?
Molly: See what?
Donna/Mooney:The spot!
Molly: What, my birthmark?
Donna: That’s no birthmark! That’s the mark of Moldefort!
Thunder crash. Donna, Mooney, and Molly look around. Persephone enters, cutting off Molly.
Molly: Who–
Persephone: What are you all talking about? You know we’re not supposed to say that name!
Donna: Says who?
Persephone: Says everyone! Saying his name is dangerous. You want to get us killed? Or worse, put in the ensemble?
Donna: Ok, I won’t say MoldeFORT again.
Persephone: (sigh) If you must say it, it’s MOLdefort not MoldeFORT.
Donna: I thought we weren’t supposed to say it at all!
Molly: I’m sorry, I feel like I’m missing something.
Persephone: (noticing Molly for the first time) Wait… you’re Molly Sculptor
Molly: How does everyone know my name? Who are you?
Persephone: I’m Persephone Wheatgerm. I’m very clever.
Donna: I’m Donna Ratley. I’m very funny.
Mooney: I’m Mooney Goodlove. I’m delightfully eccentric.
Molly: I’m Molly Sculptor (pause) and I’m here. You all seem to know more about me than I do.
Persephone: Everyone knows about you! You’re the girl who survived that epic fire at the theatre started by (lowers her voice)… that dude who we can’t talk about.
Molly: You mean that freak accident when I was a baby?
