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 Category:  General Script
  Posted: January 14, 2017      Views: 315
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Prologue of the book Scenes
Pons and Ned meet at Pons' birthday party
"Scene at a Birthday Party" by Bill Schott


Ned enters a room that is decorated with a birthday motif.  It is obviously a party for Pons.


Ned: Fancy meetin' you here, Pons.

Pons: Well, it is MY birthday party.

Ned: Sure, Pons. I think, though, folks us'lly drink and speak about yer passin' on -- to anutter pain of existin'.

Pons: No, Ned. That sounds more like a wake. The only PLANE of existence I'm passing on to is being a year older.

Ned: That better'n being dead like all these here folks thing y'are?

Pons: Why would they think I was dead, Ned? I'm right here.

Ned: You could be a ghost, Pons. Ever consider that? You might well a died in yer sleep.

Pons: That's a bit morbid.

Ned: It ain't more bed, Pons. It's no wakey outta bed. The big sleep. Rig a more dust ron day vue.

Pons: I'm not dead, Ned. It's my birthday.

Ned: I heard one of them steps in grief was denial. Sumptimes ya gotta accept what ya caint change, Pons.

Pons' Mom: Hi, Ned. Would you like some cake?

Ned: Yes'm. This here's a swell party fer Pons.

Pon's Mom:  I thought he would like it.

Ned:  It's like he's still here.


 Pon's Mom:  (with a look of surprize) What?

Ned: What size'r his clothes?

 

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