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hwp The essence of life isnt comic.
lts tragic.
Theres nothing intrinsically funny about the terrible facts of human existence.
l disagree. Philosophers call it absurd because, in the end, all you can do is laugh.
Human aspirations are so ludicrous and irrational.
l mean, if the underlying reality of our being was tragic,
my plays would make more than yours,
because my stories would resonate more profoundly with the human soul.
l mean, its exactly because tragedy hits on the truly painful essence of life
that people run to my comedies for escape.
No, no.
Tragedy confronts. Comedy escapes.
Look, you guys, what are we discussing here?
ls there a deeper reality in comedy or tragedy? Who can make such a judgment?
Look, let me tell you a story and you tell me, is it material for a comedy or a tragedy?
This happened to some people l know.
lts a small dinner party. The hosts are trying to impress one of their guests.
Suddenly the doorbell rings and out of nowhere an unexpected person shows up.
- A man or a woman? - A woman. lll give you the details
and you tell me comedy or tragedy.
So, the guest enters and everyone is surprised, especially the host.
Turns out shes got a particular problem...
My God, thats quite amusing.
l mean, she barges in unannounced while theyre eating.
What you told us would make a very good romantic comedy.
- Because you see the world comically. - Youre missing the tragic implications.
The entanglement it suggests. No, l see the whole thing quite differently.
l see this lone figure -
a woman whos maybe just come off a bus.
Shes toting a suitcase. Maybe shes searching nervously for an address.
Hello?
Who is it?
Hello?
Hello?
- Can l help you, miss? - The Springers.
Top floor.
- lts really good. - These speakers are wonderful.
You do pick up every little nuance of the orchestra.
Tell me again why l cant have a glass of wine?
Every pregnancy, she asks the same question.
This is the Concerto in D.
Yes. My God, you really know your Stravinsky.
This would be good theme music for the play.
- Lee? - Thats a brilliant idea.
l need a little help with the final touches.
- Can you get the two big serving dishes? - lm running out of obsequious banter.
- Hows it going? - He thinks lm perfect for the part.
The goddamn producer wants more of a name.
l dont understand why they make such a big deal. lts not like its the lead.
My first audition went better. l dont know what happened.
- And l know its not the lead, Laurel. - Doesnt he have any clout?
They want a name. lm not a name. You didnt marry a name.
- Sally said how much she loves your place. - How long are you here?
Six months, and were still not finished.
We have to furnish slowly cos we used up all our money.
We could not go on in that one-bedroom. The piano ate up the living room.
Were living beyond our means. l get nervous. Laurel is certain God will provide.
- Theyre poor, but happy. - Definitely poor.
- What do you do, Peter? - lm a lawyer. No jokes, please.
Think the musics a little too loud?
l saw you listening to the Mahler and crying. You should have seen her.
She was listening to Mahler with tears streaming down her face.
She looked so beautiful. l wanted to hug her.
Yeah. But l had to get up early and film a deodorant commercial.
Thats work at least, right?
l think someone rang before. Did you hear?
- So, how do you all know each other? - We grew up together, Cassie and l.
We were those little girls at school with the plaid skirts.
- And Lee and l met at Northwestern. - He was the star actor, the handsome athlete.
Everybody wanted him. But Laurel got him.
- Melinda? - Hi.
Melinda?
- Hi, Melinda, hi. - My goodness.
God.
Cassie.
lm stunned.
Here, let me take these.
God, look at you. You look so...
No, dont. Dont say what youre thinking of.
lve been on a bus. lve been on a Greyhound bus since Tuesday,
so lm sure l look like the wreck of the Hesperus.
A bus from where? l mean, what are you doing here?
lve moved around. l had to keep moving.
Events unfolded
in such a way that...
ls it all right if l smoke?
l just feel a little nervous barging in on you like this.
Why dont you sit down and eat with us? This is Jack and Sally Oliver.
- Hi. - Hi.
lm Melinda Robicheaux.
lve gone back to my mothers name. lts French. She was Parisienne.
You must have dropped off the goddamn moon.
- Shall l get a chair? - l could use a drink.
Champagne or white wine.
The truth is, lve gotten very used to single malt Scotch.
An acquaintance of mine introduced me to it, so...
l really should freshen up, though.
lf l could just get a single malt Scotch, and...
Look at me. Jesus. l need a hot shower.
Yeah. OK, please...
Excuse us. Please start.
This is so unexpected.
lll say.
- You had no hint she was coming? - She was nuts then, and shes nuts now.
- Did you see the look in her eyes? - Shes been on a bus.
You were asking how we know each other.
Melinda is the third musketeer. We went to school together.
- We havent heard from her in ages. - Yeah. She
