Needless CompanyA Stage Play by Forgotten and Loved
Him: Company?
Her: Yes we have company coming. Him: I don’t want any company tonight. Her: Well, they’re coming. Him: Well, I don’t like that one bit. Her: They’re coming anyway. Him: I’ll stay in my room. Her: You will not. Him: I want to move to Europe. Her: We’ll talk about this after our company has left. Him: Let’s sing a song from the 1970 Stephen Sondheim musical, “Company”! Her: Let’s clean the house first. Him: I’m going to my room. Her: What’s in your room that isn’t right here? Him: A lack of company. Her: How immature of you. Him: Yes. I like being immature it sure beats having company when one wants to be alone. Her: Doing what? Him: No concern of yours. Her: Aren’t I your wife? Him: Are you? Her: I’m not having this conversation. Him: Who is coming? Her: Three people. Him: Do they have names? Her: I guess they do. Him: What are their names? Her: You’ll find out when they arrive. Him: Tell me now. Her: I choose not to. Him: I don’t get this. Her: What don’t you get? Him: This. Her: What is “This”? Him: Whatever it is. Her: Okay. This is ridiculous. Get ready for our company. Him: Do we know them? Her: I’m not sure. Him: How can you not to be sure? Her: I’m just not. Him: Maybe they’re murderers. Her: Well, that could at least make things more interesting than usual. Him: I can’t believe this. I’m going upstairs. Her: No. You’;re not. Him: Well how long will they be here? Her: They’re spending the night. Him: They’re doing what? Her: Are you deaf? Him: I am…. Shocked. Her: Don’t be. I’m not. Him: What world am I in? Her: Oh, stop being so silly. I’m going out to the store for a minute. Oh, and I won’t be returning. Bye! (She runs out.) Him: What! Get back here! Oh, no, what’s happening here?! (Doorbell rings.) Him: You have got to be kidding me. Well, I’ll admit them. I have nothing better to do. (He admits Nathan, who is wearing only a loincloth. Dexter who is wearing a diaper. And, Maxwell who is an English butler.) Him: Um…. What is this? Nathan: Where’s the grub? Dexter: I need a nap. Where’s your bed? Maxwell: I’m your new butler. Him: Uh huh. Okay, since none of this makes any sense to me I’m going to play along here. What does your loincloth represent? Nathan: I’m not wearing a loincloth. Him: Um, I’m quite certain you are. Nathan: Go to Hell. Him: Well, it would be better than this. Maxwell: Where do you keep the cleaning supplies? Him: What? Oh, I really don’t need a butler. I think my wife just left me. Maxwell: Yes, she did. She really hated you. And since I just met you moments ago, I can see why. Him: I’m a great guy. Maxwell: Don’t delude yourself. Him: Who are you? Maxwell: I’m your butler. Don’t you listen? Him: Why am I still here? Dexter: So, about that nap. Him: Do you really need a nap? Dexter: No, I’m just saying it to remain active in this riveting, meaningful conversation. Him: Was that sarcastic? Dexter: Good call, Genius. Will you be showing me to my chambers now? Him: Okay. Are you three planning to live here? Dexter: Duh. Nathan: Umm yeah, dummy. Maxwell: I assume butlers usually live with their inadequate masters, yes. Him: Okay. Fine. This is some sort of practical joke. Maxwell: No, it is not, Sir, but keep deluding yourself if it makes you happy. Him: (Groans.) So you’re all really here to stay, and my wife has left me permanently? Maxwell: Yes, Sir. I’m sorry to tell you how screwed you are. Nathan: I’m going to take this loincloth off soon if I don’t get some food. Him: You just told me you weren’t wearing a loincloth. Nathan: Don’t lie to me. Him: No, you really said to me that you were not wearing a loincloth. Nathan: Just get me some food, okay? Him: Whatever. What do you like? Nathan: What do you have? Him: Tell me what you like first. Nathan: Why? Him: Just do it. Nathan: You’re the host. You must do what I want. Him: I’m letting you live here rent-free. Nathan: SO! Him: That’s pretty damn dangerous, loincloth boy! Nathan: Oh, no you didn’t! You’re getting it now! Him: Bring it on, b***h!’ (They fight. Maxwell and Dexter look on bored as Hell.) (Him comes up victorious. Nathan is dead. Why so much death? Why not?) Him: Okay. Good enough. Do you two still want to live here? Maxwell: Certainly. Dexter: I just want to take a nap. Him: Why? Maxwell and Dexter: Why not? Him: (Groans) Can you two fight each other to the death or something so I only have to put up with one of you? Maxwell: No, Sir. Dexter: I just want to nap.. Him: (Groans) Why did she leave me? Dexter: Maybe you never left her nap enough. Maxwell: Or maybe you just suck, Sir. Him: So, what do you two want exactly? Dexter: To nap. Maxwell: To be your butler. Him: I don’t get this. Maxwell: There’s nothing to get, Sir. Him: Huh. Whatever. Butler, clean the house. And, Dexter, I’ll show you to your room. Maxwell: Very well, Sir. Dexter: Finally. Numbnuts! Him: Oh, I’m gonna hate this nonsense so much. (The end.) © 2010 Forgotten and LovedReviews
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