A short scene about writer’s block.
ONE
Good morning, Stacy!
TWO
Good morning, Fred!
ONE
How are you?
TWO
I’m doing pretty well.
[Beat.]
ONE
I really don’t have anything interesting to say, do I?
TWO
Not a single thing.
ONE
You don’t either, I imagine…
TWO
Sorry.
ONE
What kinds of names are “Stacy” and “Fred”? Did I just pull that out of my ass?
TWO
Absolutely no thought went into this play.
ONE
No thought at all.
TWO
More like no talent.
ONE
No talent at all.
TWO
I tried, I really did. I’ve been writing this forever.
ONE
It seems that way, at least, it seems like I’ve—
TWO
…been working on this for a long time.
ONE
Too long.
TWO
And all I’ve come up with is—
ONE
[Mocking.] “Good morning, Stacy!”
TWO
[Mocking.] “Good morning, douchebag!”
ONE
Two totally benign, bloodless characters.
TWO
[Two thumbs up, still mocking.] Good job!
ONE
The only reason the two of you exist right now—
TWO
…is because blank Word documents scare the shit out of me.
ONE
But for all I’ve written, I might as well have taken a shit on a piece of paper—
TWO
…and called that a play!
ONE
In fact, now I wish I had done that instead, because then—
TWO
…I wouldn’t have to shit right now.
ONE
Christ, I’ve had to take a shit for a long time now.
TWO
Too long.
ONE
I think I’ll go do that now.
TWO
Okay, Joe, we’ll stay here and try to become interesting.
[Long silence. Toilet flushes from offstage. Beat.]
ONE
I’m back. Anything?
TWO
Not really.
ONE
Good morning, Stacy!
TWO
Shut up!
[Enter THREE.]
THREE
I’m a totally irrelevant character! What do I have to contribute?
ONE and TWO
Nothing!
THREE
Well good luck with this piece of work, asshole!
[Exit THREE.]
ONE
I kinda liked him.
TWO
At least he was vulgar. Maybe if you bring him back in the next scene and have him say “asshole!” a couple more times, people will laugh.
ONE
I doubt it.
TWO
Who asked you?
ONE
Nobody, but if you’re not going to give me any interesting lines to say, I might as well tell you that this play sucks.
TWO
He’s got a point.
ONE
You think I don’t know that?
TWO
I’m hungry.
ONE
I think I’ll order a pizza.
TWO
Do you two want anything from Papa Gino’s?
ONE
Do they sell talent?
[Enter THREE, who punches ONE.]
What the hell did you do that for?
THREE
Stop giving me back-talk, I’m doing the best I can.
ONE
I know I am.
THREE
That’s what’s so awful about this.
TWO
I should have been an accountant.
[Now THREE punches TWO.]
THREE
Get the fuck out of my play, Mom!
TWO
Sorry.
ONE
So are we getting pizza or what?
TWO
I think so, this isn’t really going anywhere.
[Enter PIZZA BOY with pizza. ONE pays. Exit PIZZA BOY. Everyone eats. Everyone is sad.]
Tags: humor, Play, writer's block, Writing