clearing the table
(A wealthy husband and wife are in their kitchen, which is full of expensive china and appliances. Eating breakfast, they are in the middle of conversation)
Sam: sex in a funnel? sounds like 360 degrees of pleasure, you libidinous creature… Tell me have you ever had sex, then dreamed about sex, then woke up to sex, then ate breakfast, and had sex, then cleared the table and had sex, then ate dinner and cleared the table again with one tidal wave motion?
Cora: No. the last sexy dream I had was two weeks ago, I went camping in NH with Bonnie and Amy. I dreamt I was walking in the woods, away from the girls and everyone who I met spoke to me in shapes: trapezoids, polygons, diamonds, triangles... so anyway this handsome man came out of a tree speaking circles and we had sex. I cant remember if it ended before I woke up...
Sam: Rectaaaaaaangle, trapezoid, diiiiiiiiamond… well measured aphrodisiac, Id say
(Cat jumps on the table)
Cat Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaooooooooooooooooooooooo square…triangle….meeeeaaaaooo…
(Sam dips his toast in honey and sips some grapefruit juice, while chewing he sternly begins saying)
There is just a few points I want to touch upon sweetie
Cora: there are?
Sam: One: you are aware of the matador and his responsibility, his code? When fighting became a means to survive in Spain. a famous torero was asked why he risked his life, he only answered Más cornadas da el hombre ('Hunger strikes more painfully') . It is now common for a bullfighter to be born into a family of bullfighters. Well think of me as the bread winner toots… in this relationship that means I control the sex and I control the dough… I am hungry for your body and that means you got satisfy the man who makes the dough
Cora no no baby you think you can just have your way with me when ever you feel you need it, swine! I have no say in it. like I am no more alive than this table that sink your glasses. you make the dough ha! so I am supposed to throw myself at your feet huh? Well honey I have a few points to make to you
Sam (vexed but listening) Well what is it. (dips his toast)
Cora I am a street walker! you wonder why I haven't asked you for money lately… I make my own. I fuck other men for money, you brute! I fucked you for your money, and I fucked your brother Jim…
Sam: JIM… (speechless)
Cora (gets up out of her chair and clears the table; as begins to take plates away)
Sam (like a bull seeing red he points at Cora, painting the room red) put that plate down! You: sleazy, back stabbing, gold digging, home wrecking, slimy, oozing, two timing, jive talking, streetwalking, bread baking, bed wetting, low down, dirty, scum sucking, child bearing, heartbreaking, brother fucking, No good, dumpy…. Hooch (swooshes at the table in a tidal wave motion, it rings synonymous with hooch, there is a single glass left standing, he takes it and throws it at the wall, then Sam goes to the sink wipes his red face with a rag)
Cora: ohh yeah I have AIDS… throw that to your matador
(Sam in a frenzy goes into the next room. Cora is puzzled but laughing because of her points)
Cora hahaha you were saying… tell me another one of your points…. give it to me baby I got anot…
(Sam comes in with a pistol and shoots cora in the head, shoulders, back, and three more times she falls from the chair and lays on the shattered glass)
Fin
(A wealthy husband and wife are in their kitchen, which is full of expensive china and appliances. Eating breakfast, they are in the middle of conversation)
Sam: sex in a funnel? sounds like 360 degrees of pleasure, you libidinous creature… Tell me have you ever had sex, then dreamed about sex, then woke up to sex, then ate breakfast, and had sex, then cleared the table and had sex, then ate dinner and cleared the table again with one tidal wave motion?
Cora: No. the last sexy dream I had was two weeks ago, I went camping in NH with Bonnie and Amy. I dreamt I was walking in the woods, away from the girls and everyone who I met spoke to me in shapes: trapezoids, polygons, diamonds, triangles... so anyway this handsome man came out of a tree speaking circles and we had sex. I cant remember if it ended before I woke up...
Sam: Rectaaaaaaangle, trapezoid, diiiiiiiiamond… well measured aphrodisiac, Id say
(Cat jumps on the table)
Cat Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaooooooooooooooooooooooo square…triangle….meeeeaaaaooo…
(Sam dips his toast in honey and sips some grapefruit juice, while chewing he sternly begins saying)
There is just a few points I want to touch upon sweetie
Cora: there are?
Sam: One: you are aware of the matador and his responsibility, his code? When fighting became a means to survive in Spain. a famous torero was asked why he risked his life, he only answered Más cornadas da el hombre ('Hunger strikes more painfully') . It is now common for a bullfighter to be born into a family of bullfighters. Well think of me as the bread winner toots… in this relationship that means I control the sex and I control the dough… I am hungry for your body and that means you got satisfy the man who makes the dough
Cora no no baby you think you can just have your way with me when ever you feel you need it, swine! I have no say in it. like I am no more alive than this table that sink your glasses. you make the dough ha! so I am supposed to throw myself at your feet huh? Well honey I have a few points to make to you
Sam (vexed but listening) Well what is it. (dips his toast)
Cora I am a street walker! you wonder why I haven't asked you for money lately… I make my own. I fuck other men for money, you brute! I fucked you for your money, and I fucked your brother Jim…
Sam: JIM… (speechless)
Cora (gets up out of her chair and clears the table; as begins to take plates away)
Sam (like a bull seeing red he points at Cora, painting the room red) put that plate down! You: sleazy, back stabbing, gold digging, home wrecking, slimy, oozing, two timing, jive talking, streetwalking, bread baking, bed wetting, low down, dirty, scum sucking, child bearing, heartbreaking, brother fucking, No good, dumpy…. Hooch (swooshes at the table in a tidal wave motion, it rings synonymous with hooch, there is a single glass left standing, he takes it and throws it at the wall, then Sam goes to the sink wipes his red face with a rag)
Cora: ohh yeah I have AIDS… throw that to your matador
(Sam in a frenzy goes into the next room. Cora is puzzled but laughing because of her points)
Cora hahaha you were saying… tell me another one of your points…. give it to me baby I got anot…
(Sam comes in with a pistol and shoots cora in the head, shoulders, back, and three more times she falls from the chair and lays on the shattered glass)
Fin
