ACT III
Episode 1
[MARY enters as RAYMOND and ELEANOR play chess]
MARY: Raymond! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?
RAYMOND: They sent me home. Business was slow.
MARY: Are you sure? They’ve never done that before.
RAYMOND: Well, okay, I spilled some gas. A lot of gas.
MARY: Raymond! That’s terrible!
RAYMOND: I know.
ELEANOR: Raymond, stop it! Don’t worry, Ma. He’s only pulling your leg. He didn’t spill any gas.
MARY: Is that true, Raymond?
RAYMOND: Nice goin’, Sis.
MARY: Raymond, why do you want to upset me? I have enough to think about already. Eleanor, I’ll need help with supper.
ELEANOR: Okay, Ma. I’m almost done beating Raymond. He’s the worst chess player I’ve ever seen!
RAYMOND: You’re not beating me!
ELEANOR: It’s a cinch I’m going to win. There, Pawn to King 4, got your bishop, thank you very much!
RAYMOND: You know, Sis, it’s just a game.
ELEANOR: That’s what people say when they’re losing. You wouldn’t be so nice if you were winning.
RAYMOND: Not true! I’ve always been a good sport.
ELEANOR: Since when?
RAYMOND: Since always. Who taught you how to play? Me! How many times have I won? Lots! When did I ever make you feel bad? Never!
ELEANOR: Raymond, don’t kid yourself. You like to gloat.
RAYMOND: You’re confusing me with Johnny.
ELEANOR: Johnny? He never gave me the time of day. To him I was just his bratty little sister.
RAYMOND: Maybe he was right.
ELEANOR: He was all wet and you’re all wet. Now it’s your move.
RAYMOND: Howdaya know what I’d be thinking? You’re not a mind reader.
ELEANOR: Say Ma, what’s for dinner?
MARY: Stuffed cabbage. I’ll need you to brown the meat. Don’t forget to save the grease.
Continued tomorrow
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