1984 PLAY GUYS.

CLOONEY: (standing in the middle of a riot, shouting at a rioting brunette beside him) Lady, where has your love gone? Don’t you understand, can’t you see? This is no way to start a relationship! Are you even listening to me?

ROSETTA: (blonde beside him who stops rioting in order to shout at Clooney) Can’t you see that you’re… you’re just one in twenty-four? Have you ever thought, just for a moment, that we’re not doing this for you?

GEORGE: (a thin man standing to the right of Clooney) Yeah, I… I do believe… I do believe that your… yer selfish-osity is quite the… epitome… of…

CLOONEY: (interrupts George) Oh, hush! But sometimes, I do wonder, (turning back to ROSETTA­) are you putting us under? How many times have we had it at before? Have you even understood my inherent need? My incessant lust? Or do you just jump to tease me, and do you speak just to be abrasive?

MAUDE: (brunette beside Clooney) But they’ll make examples of you!

ROSETTA: (Jumps in before MAUDE can say anymore) No, I wanted him! (Bumps into MAUDE and falls into GEORGE’S arms)

CLOONEY: Say no more, say no more, because I see now… You were never here for me. Last night… what we talked about… It made so much sense. But the haze is descended… Now… it doesn’t make sense. But what does? Why are we even here? Where are the gas tanks and flooded pipes? Are we even here for a cause? I was here for a cause. But that cause flew out of my arms, because she didn’t know how to start a relationship.

GEORGE: (Looks at CLOONEY with upset eyes) But love! We did… speak of summat, but… it was too dark for… a full-throttle analysis. What do you think…? Betty? Have you…

ROSETTA: You might wear classic Reeboks, but you miss the point! We’re not here for you! We’re not here for you! There’s no romance around here! We have our minds made up, and look. Over there there’s broken bones… Well, if you would like (looks at GEORGE)

CLAUDE: (looks at GEORGE at the same time)

CLAUDE and ROSETTA: (speaking quizzically to George) We could tell them all tonight.

CLOONEY: (Looks terrified at an approaching police car) No time, no time! On rolls the riot van! We have to run, or we won’t be able to chill our bones correctly tonight. Enough with the romance on rolls the riot van!

CLAUDE and ROSETTA: Or we could tell them all tonight.

GEORGE: Tell them all tonight.

(Out of the police car comes one police man, though there’s another man sitting in the front seat)

POLICE MAN: Why don’t you run? Haven’t you heard? I’m here to kick you out.

GEORGE: But… we’re going to tell them all tonight.

CLOONEY: NO! We musn’t! (Pulls out a shotgun) Let me tell you a story.

(ROSETTA climbs down from GEORGE’S arms and hugs her knees on the floor. MAUDE sits on top of ROSETTA’S knees and eventually falls. George stands behind the two, leaning on the police officer. The police officer looks unsure, with his hand on his holster, but still stays to hear the story)

CLOONEY: (begins to pace, and then spits) You people are vampires! Do you not know why we’re here?

MAUDE, ROSETTA and GEORGE begin to improvise, each character saying nonsensical things)

CLOONEY: NO! No, you guys are wrong! If you wanted to truly become ignorant fucks, then you would go back to 505. Go back to 505! No only is it a 7 hour flight, but it’s also a forty-five minute drive. Now, I know what I’m here for. I’m here for your love, lady. I always imagined you lying in that room… with you hands between your thighs. But the dogs came, and we were cast out. You saw it, you smelled it! You smelled the castor oil and the piggish hands! You understood me when I told you that our bull meat was being eaten by those nasty, piggish hands. When we were sapped up by those disgusting pigs mouths, yet we just… stood there and caressed our minds with thoughts of love… of 505, of thinking she’s the one. Though you say that may’ve been me, you must wonder: just ‘cuz everybody’s doing it, does that mean that I can to? Ask yourself that question, and tell me, why do you give in to the hands of the pigs? Now, let me tell you a story about pigs. Though, I do realize that it won’t… change a thing… When I was a child, my friends, my family… we made chocolate cream. Indeed, we harvested our crop and we put chocolate to our cream. I was the pride of the family with my fast hands, and my bullish meat and mind. We supported each other, we supported our family and our neighbors. But the pig came! That terrible day, with that terrible pig. The pig wanted to show us the wonders of everything, and played to our desires. He gave us everything, nuzzling our spotted brown muzzles with the idea of rich and famous. But then, my friends, the pig took away our chocolate creaming ordeal and sent us to factories.