Dialogue

No pictures from the rehearsal yesterday. We forgot. Too many other things came up. Hopefully, we’ll get them tonight, and I’ll post them tomorrow — which will be my last post and where I’ll make a final pitch for you to pick up that phone and make a reservation.

I suspect that hearing how the sausages get made isn’t as interesting to the sausage eater as the sausage-maker, so in the interest of providing a taste of the sausage, here is just some dialogue from Everywhere Signs Fall that I like hearing the actors say:

 Guy: How do you sleep in this heat? You sleep nude? I bet. I can imagine.

Juliet: (dry) O my. I guess I’ll have to slap your imagination.

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 Juliet: If you must move your mouth, make sounds that play a tune.

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Jeremy: The universe is a mystery and scientists are like nature’s private dick.

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Guy: She’s dead. Now she looks sadder.

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Guy: This is Phoenix. People melt to death here. I’ve watched ’em.

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Juliet: I’m twenty-six. My father died for no reason and then my mother died exactly eleven months later.  I think I’m entitled to cynicism. (PAUSE) Aren’t you sorry?

Guy: About what?

Juliet: My parents. Death.

Guy: Sure. I’m sorry about death.

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Guy: I looked. Couple ol’ guys in the bar since their retirement, someone’s drunk wife from two nights ago still here, later afternoon, and me. I looked at you. What else did I have to do?

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Juliet: I was thinking of the sky, the sunrise. The sky. – I’m a photographer. – how easy it would be to get lost in the desert in that sky.

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Guy: Point that gun like you know what you’re pointing at, Kiddo. Aim for something at least.

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Guy: Guy. Nice to meet you. We weren’t probably introduced.

Jeremy: We can see that you’re a guy.

Guy: My name is Guy.

Jeremy: O

Juliet: It doesn’t matter.

Guy: Tell that to my mother.

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Jeremy: Time is an illusion. The essential — the essential evidence — we discover outside of the present. We study and replay memories.

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OK. I could do this all day. I’ll stop. Come hear the dialogue starting April 18 at Loading Dock Theatre. It’s fun. . . And I haven’t even got to the really intense stuff.