The shocker! Flashcards
I’ll do it.
No, Erica. You already do to much.
No! That’s not what I said.
Then, how can you know no one else will die?
No. But it is the play we are performing at this very moment.
What?
Exactly! Those we the lines from just after he killed himself off!
Oh, Richard! Don’t say it like that. It’s…morbid.
But who?
Well, you, of course.
Not so fast.
Didn’t see that coming.
He is. He’s right there, backstage, where we carried him, still lying on the floor with the fire poker in his chest. Yet there he is, too, standing right in front of us.
Like the ghost of Christmas past.
I don’t know how he got his hands on it, but it’s mine!
Oh. You don’t know how he got it. How convenient!
Very well. I’ll just take it from you.
You and what army. You’re outnumbered.
Yes. Except you’ve forgotten one thing.
What’s that?
Stop him! Now!
(Brian dances around me and I lunge and fall)
The scene! The scene! Do the scene!
Drink up, Mr. Black. You don’t want your tea going cold, now do you?
Just dandy, Mr. Black. Care for a round after tea?
Oh, Fredrick! Always up for a contest!
Does anyone know what time the taco truck opens tomorrow?
Yep. Same old Tom.
Oh, don’t put it that way. It makes us sound so responsible.
He’s a victim of his own doing.
