Moment 7 Flashcards
Presley: Come and look, Haley … You awake, Haley?
…
Presley re-bolts the door.
Cosmo vomits.
Presley stares.
Slight pause.
Cosmo: That’s your fault, that is. Forcing me in here. Knew I was going to puke. Always do.
Presley: … Why?
Cosmo: Have to get it out of my system.
Stares at Presley.
Cosmo: You ill?
Presley: No.
Cosmo: Well you look it.
Presley: Well, I’m not.
Cosmo: I ain’t a lover of illness, me. Sick things. Germs getting in my bloodstream. I’ve never had anything wrong with me. Want it to stay that way.
Indicating vomit.
Cosmo: You should clear that up.
Presley goes to kitchen and fills a bucket with water.
…
Cosmo goes to window.
Cosmo: See me from here, did you?
Presley: Yeah
Cosmo: Why’d you come out? Feel sorry for me, did you? Think I was a boy? A boy in need?
Presley: Something like that.
Cosmo: Well, you was wrong. I ain’t no boy … Wanted to touch me, did you?
Presley: No.
Cosmo: Liar!
Presley: I’m not.
Cosmo: I don’t like being touched, me. Don’t like it at all. Not by another man. Not even by the one I was with. You see him?
Presley: Yeah.
Cosmo: He’s gone to get the car. Parked it earlier, then forgot where it was. Could be walking the streets for hours. Not his fault. His brain ain’t all it should be. He’ll come back. Has to. I’m like a magnet to him. The North Pole in his compass of life.
Cosmo: You fucking praying or what? … It’s only vomit. Won’t stain. Ain’t curry.
Cosmo: This place stinks.
Presley: Of what?
Cosmo: Chocolate.
Presley: What kind?
Cosmo: What d’you mean what kind? Chocolate’s chocolate.
Presley: I eat a lot of chocolate.
Cosmo: Can tell. Look at your teeth.
Presley: What wrong with them?
Cosmo: They’re rotten.