by David Mamet
TEACH: You got a hat?
DON: No.
TEACH: Do you have a piece of paper?
DON: Bob . . . ?
TEACH walks to counter, takes a piece of newspaper, and starts making himself a paper hat.
TEACH: He’s all right?
DON: Bob . . . ?
TEACH: Is he all right?
DON: Bob. . . ?
BOB (waking up) : What?
DON: Come on. We’re taking you the hospital.
TEACH puts on paper hat and looks at self in window.
TEACH: I look like a sissy.
DON: Go and get your car.
Pause.
TEACH: Can you get him to the door?
DON: Yeah.
Pause.
TEACH: I’m going to get my car.
DON: You gonna honk?
TEACH: Yeah.
DON: Good.
TEACH: I’ll honk the horn.
Pause.
DON: Good.
Pause.
TEACH: This fucking day, huh?
DON: Yeah.
TEACH: I know it. You should clean this place up.
DON: Yeah.
Pause.
TEACH: Good. (Exits.)
DON: Bob.
BOB: What?
DON: Get up.
Pause.
Bob. I’m sorry.
BOB: What?
DON: I’m sorry.
BOB: I fucked up.
DON: No. You did real good.
BOB: No.
DON: Yeah. You did real good.
Pause.
BOB: Thank you.
DON: That’s all right.
Pause.
BOB: I’m sorry, Donny.
DON: That’s all right.
Lights dim.
