Scene 4
ELEANOR: Okay, then, I’ll be quiet. [Beat] Ma, are we having any side dishes?
MARY: I made applesauce.
ELEANOR: Mmmmmmm. I love homemade applesauce. What about you, Raymond? [Beat] Raymond?
RAYMOND: What is it!
ELEANOR: Don’t you love Ma’s homemade applesauce?
RAYMOND: I thought you weren’t going to talk.
ELEANOR: Oh, right. I forgot. Sorry.
RAYMOND: [Thoughtfully] You see, Sis, I have a grand strategy.
ELEANOR: Is that right? Napoleon thought so too.
RAYMOND: Who?
ELEANOR: No one you know. So, do you wanna hear Theory B?
RAYMOND: I wanna see you make your next move.
[RAMOND stands starts to pace back and forth]
ELEANOR: RAYMOND BANAS! NOW what are you doing?
RAYMOND: I got a charley horse.
ELEANOR: From playing chess?
RAYMOND: We’ve been sitting a long time.
ELEANOR: Poor Baby! Anyway, my second theory is, if you’re not running away from something, like big Bertha, then maybe you’re running towards something. The question is, towards what?
RAYMOND: That’s your other theory? That’s what I’ve been saying the whole time. Here, I’ll give you a hint. I’m running towards the war, to help fight it.
ELEANOR: But why are you racing towards the war? What’s the attraction? You must think it’s like a big chess game, with generals moving men here and there.
RAYMOND: Hey, I never thought of it like that. That’s very good. A big chess game. I like it.
ELEANOR: But it’s not a game! It’s real. And games are supposed to be fun. Do you think our brothers are having fun?
RAYMOND: Are you going to move or not? And they’re having a little fun. Remember that snapshot of Matt in Hawaii, wearing a grass skirt?
ELEANOR: He was drunk.
RAYMOND: He was having fun!
ELEANOR: Raymond, you’re not being honest.
RAYMOND: Sis, you still don’t know from nothing, but I’ll give you credit for trying.
[Beat]
ELEANOR: Is it still my turn?
RAYMOND: Please move, sometime today.
ELEANOR: I’m not moving until you sit back down. You’re making me nervous.
RAYMOND: [Deep sigh] Okay, okay! I’m sitting. Jeeeeez.
Continued tomorrow.
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