Ann Darrow:
[Jack reminiscing]
You're writing a comedy?
Jack Driscoll:
I guess, I am. I'm writing it, for you.
Ann Darrow:
Why would you do that?
Jack Driscoll:
Why would I write a play for you?
[pause]
Jack Driscoll:
Isn't it obvious?
[Play going on: "Cry Havoc!" by Jack Driscoll]
Theatre Actor:
So he took me to this fancy french restaurant, and half way through the hors d'oeuvres, he clutches my hand...
Theatre Actor:
...and that's when he told you how he felt?
Theatre Actor:
No. He never said it.
Theatre Actor:
He never said it?
Theatre Actor:
[Man disguised as a Woman]
He probably thought he didn't need to say it!
Theatre Actor:
Well then how does she know that it's real?
Theatre Actor:
He said that it was not about the words.
Theatre Actor:
Oh! Please! If you feel it, you say it! It's really very simple.
Theatre Actor:
He said we'd talk about it later. Only, there was no later. It never happened.
Theatre Actor:
[Lady 1 Stands, walks towards the audience]
Lady 1: That's how it ended.
Theatre Actor:
He just let you walk away? He didn't try to save it?
Theatre Actor:
I honestly believed things might actually work out, which was really very...
Jack Driscoll:
[along with Lady 1]
foolish.
Theatre Actor:
Men! Oh, they'll give you the world! But they let the one thing that truly matters slip through their fingers, typical!...
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