First, it's an honor and a splendor for our little black box to have you as part of our Monday Night New Plays Reading Series and Cook Off. Tonight Bob brought his fantastic pork tar tar. It sounds unsafe but it's lovely. Second, our playwright doesn't have a lot of time. My father's dying.
Playwrights lead such tragic, obsessed lives.
Look at O'Neill. His son killing himself, his daughter screwing Charlie Chaplin. Makes me wonder when he had time to write. Now Art, we have a policy here. To curb the playwright's defensiveness during the development process, we do not allow you to speak unless a question is directly and immediately asked of you.