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Play Scenes
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Sister Salvation
(Off) Did you ever question what might happen to you after you die?
Weed
No...
Pole
(Crossing to the door and slamming it) Goodbye, Sister. (To Weed) Christ, you are stupid.
Weed
What's she winding me up for?
Weasel
Maybe she thinks you're an ugly little weed and somebody's liable to pull your wormy arse out of the ground.
J-Boy
Maybe she's put a voodoo curse on you 'cause you didn't take none of her little books.
Pole
Maybe she's going to send the Grim Reaper around here...
Weasel
To sort you out.
(Off) Did you ever question what might happen to you after you die?
Weed
No...
Pole
(Crossing to the door and slamming it) Goodbye, Sister. (To Weed) Christ, you are stupid.
Weed
What's she winding me up for?
Weasel
Maybe she thinks you're an ugly little weed and somebody's liable to pull your wormy arse out of the ground.
J-Boy
Maybe she's put a voodoo curse on you 'cause you didn't take none of her little books.
Pole
Maybe she's going to send the Grim Reaper around here...
Weasel
To sort you out.
A knock at the door.
Pole
There he is now.
Weasel
Door, Weed.
Weed
No.
Pole/Weasel/J-Boy
Hurry up.
Weed
Forget it.
J-Boy
It's T, shit for brains.
There he is now.
Weasel
Door, Weed.
Weed
No.
Pole/Weasel/J-Boy
Hurry up.
Weed
Forget it.
J-Boy
It's T, shit for brains.
Another knock.
Angel
(Off) Answer the bloody door.
Weed
All right. (Slowly opening the door) Hi, T!
T
What the hell's going on in here? You got your pinkies up your arse or what? You got me thinking I got the wrong door.
Weed
We're sorry, T.
Pole
We was playing with Weed.
T
All right, so you're playing.
Weed
It won't happen again.
T
All right then.
Weasel
I got your flowers, T.
J-Boy
But he don't got no box.
Weasel
I got this pretty paper though.
T
Well, well, well..Will you just look at that? Now isn't that just fine, Weasel? That is one beautiful wrapping paper.
Weasel
They didn't have no box.
J-Boy
I could have got one.
Weasel
Could not neither.
(Off) Answer the bloody door.
Weed
All right. (Slowly opening the door) Hi, T!
T
What the hell's going on in here? You got your pinkies up your arse or what? You got me thinking I got the wrong door.
Weed
We're sorry, T.
Pole
We was playing with Weed.
T
All right, so you're playing.
Weed
It won't happen again.
T
All right then.
Weasel
I got your flowers, T.
J-Boy
But he don't got no box.
Weasel
I got this pretty paper though.
T
Well, well, well..Will you just look at that? Now isn't that just fine, Weasel? That is one beautiful wrapping paper.
Weasel
They didn't have no box.
J-Boy
I could have got one.
Weasel
Could not neither.