Just a reminder: All of this is my own ideas and I don’t appreciate plagiarism at all. I don’t anticipate a problem, just throwing it out there.
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[In the kitchen. Stephen at the stove, upstage, stage left. His guest is seated at a small two-person table downstage and to our left, stage right. Natural light floods in from a window stage right above the table, and shines on her drying hair. Stephen is busy cooking what seems to be an elaborate dish.]
STEPHEN. Anything else I can get you?
WOMAN. [Laughing] No, I think I’m good. I don’t even think I’m going to be able to eat all of what you’re making me now!
STEPHEN. Well, you’re the one who asked for all of this. [He turns to her with a plate of pancakes. Four or five, but they’re each the size of a dinner plate.]
WOMAN. [Smiles] This is way too much trouble just for me.
STEPHEN. Don’t say that. You’re worth it. Besides, what’s a few dishes compared to having nothing to tell my friends later.
WOMAN. [Slightly outraged] Um… What did you just say?
STEPHEN. Like you said before, we didn’t do anything last night. When my friends ask me what happened last night, I don’t want to have to say “Oh, nothing. I was too plastered to function”. That sounds lame. But if I happen to throw in that I made you breakfast, then…
WOMAN. That’s all this is to you?? [She stands, her body stiff with anger] Something you can retell later for your FRIENDS?
STEPHEN. [Sighing] No. That isn’t all this is. But really, what are you planning on telling your girls when they ask?
WOMAN. [Suddenly resigned] Oh. I guess I didn’t think of that.
STEPHEN. [He sets down the pancakes and pulls her into a hug] So we’ll just make a big deal out of breakfast, okay?
WOMAN. Fine. That doesn’t make what you said go away though.
STEPHEN. Oh, I know.
[They stop talking for a while as Stephen places several plates down in front of the WOMAN. Along with the pancakes, he’s made a big bowl of scrambled eggs, and a big stack of toast, a plateful of bacon, and several kinds of fruit to choose from.]
STEPHEN. Bon appétit.
WOMAN. [Takes a spoonful of eggs and a couple pancakes] Stephen, do you remember what my name is?
STEPHEN. [Cringes. That would be a big fat NO.] Well, um… You do recall saying I was too drunk for us to do anything last night, right?
WOMAN. So that’s a no, then?
STEPHEN. [Nods]
WOMAN. I figured. I’m Kathleen, by the way.
STEPHEN. That’s a beautiful name. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.
[The WOMAN, a.k.a. KATHLEEN, blushes. Stephen smiles at her reaction. KATHLEEN begins to eat, but suddenly realizes that STEPHEN isn’t eating.]
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