A country road. A tree. Evening. Godot, sitting on a low mound, smokes a cigarette and checks his watch.
GODOT: “…Stupid tramps…”
GODOT: …
GODOT: …
GODOT: “…You know what? Fuck this. I’m going for a cheesesteak…”
~finis~
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You enjoy making me feel stupid, don’t you?
Existentialism means never having to say you’re sorry. Or, at least, not beating yourself up about it.
Why can’t you simply quote from something a wee bit more on the level of us common folk? You know, something from back issues of “Archie” or last month’s Reader’s Digest.
Beckett, he’s that soccer player, right?
I didn’t know he could write.
Estragon sounds like a hormone soap.
Thank you! I had to suffer through that piece of inbecility called “Waiting for Godot” many years ago and it’s about time someone gave it an appropriate response. Massive kudos to Jeff!
Turing word: enough. As in, that play had enough fertilizer in it to make a thousand stinkweeds bloom.
I like it. Have you seen “My Early Lunch with Wally?”
Bravo!
Who will play the lead in the movie version?
Mwhahahahahahaha!!!!!!
That is hilarious.
Might want to check the provenance of this. Would Beckett really write something with that much action?
Also, I think Sam sneered at cheesesteaks.
I nominate me.
My high school drama class did Waiting for Godot. I played Godot to perfection.
I mean, I was perfect as Godot. I was a disciple of Stanislavsky, a true method actor. I didn’t just portray Godot, I was Godot.
Should have gotten a standing O. Fucking high school kids.
…same scene…moments later…
entering stage right…
Rosencranz (flipping a coin): I’m telling you, this is no way to choose our direction.
Guildenstern: Oh shut up…”Let’s all wave at the Pirates! They look friendly…”
walking off muttering
Ros: Well the one with the eye-patch was friendly enough to you.
Now there’s something you don’t see every day.
The best part? I havn’t seen either of the plays, but I know exactly what’s going on.
Not, of course, to be confused with the seminal work of Albert Camus, The Myth of the Rock:
Rock: Sonofabitch, here he comes again. This is beginning to make me . . . unhappy!
(finis)
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SB: written
so let it be done.
I can definitely see a market for the “Lost Scenes.”
Here’s one from “Oedipus Rex Hanging Out With His Friends at a Super Bowl Party.”
Mike – Dammit, Oedipus wins the quarter pool again. Motherfucker.
(long, uncomfortable silence)
Mike – I mean, well, you know…hey! Look! A nipple! Hey guys…look at that! Everybody look!
(another long silence)
Joe – Dude, shut up.
Tell him not to go to Pat’s, Jeff, it’s way overrated.