FINE LINE, A
Comedy, by Ken Bradbury, 1998
The worst torture? Having to ride in the back seat with your sister while on a long trip. Two sisters draw the line!
Price includes 2 scripts.
Duration8 - 10 minutes
- 2 Females
Product Id: #240
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An excerpt …
(two girls, Rene and Jean, are riding in the back seat of a van)
RENE: I’m bored.
JEAN: You think you’re bored? You should try ridin’ to Colorado with you.
RENE: Some vacation.
JEAN: Would ja please get over on your own side of the car?
RENE: (looking down) I don’t see any line.
JEAN: I just drew it.
JEAN: Just now … When you weren’t lookin’.
(Anything to irritate your sister.)
JEAN: I’ve never told you this, Rene, but we had an older brother.
JEAN: He left home when you were a baby. Couldn’t stand your snoring.
RENE: You really think you’re funny, don’t you?
JEAN: Then there was cat … jumped to its death one night to keep from going crazy …
RENE: Jean! ….
JEAN: Poor little kitty … Walked out onto the window ledge, thought about it a minute, then took one look at you sawing away in your bed and then …
RENE: You aren’t even funny anymore, you know that? Not one bit funny. (suddenly shouting as she slams her hand against the roof of the car) Padiddle! (laughs)
(Then, the final trump card …)
JEAN: (after a very long pause) You know, Rene, sometimes you’re just no fun at all. (a silence as Rene sits silent, angry) I mean, I was just trying to pass the time. (more silence with no response from Rene) That’s all I wanted to do … just pass the time. I mean, I don’t care about the silly line down the middle of the seat. (a thought) Besides, I promised myself I’d wait until Kansas until I gave you the note Adam told me to give you. (Rene’s resolve is broken slightly. She listens, still with arms crossed and feigning anger) He said not to let you read the letter until we were far away from home. (she looks at Rene out of the corner of her eye and catches Rene doing the same, then both return their eyes to straight ahead) I only read a part of it myself. (a small, squelched squeal comes from Rene’s clenched lips) I mean, I couldn’t believe what he said … but if you don’t want to talk, then I guess I’ll just have to keep the letter … (Rene is in agony) … I’ll call him from Colorado and tell him you didn’t even want to read it.
RENE: (as she jumps on top of Jean and proceeds to strangle her) Give me the letter!
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