Comedy script
Comedy script
Debbie: (carrying chair/block. Talking to someone offstage, unaware of Abi) Where did he
say he wanted it? (sees Abi, realises mistake, backs away tiptoeing towards the wings)
Michelle: (enters the opposite side to Debbie) I reckon about here would do!
ay, there's the rub: Michelle: What? Mate, you know I don't
For in that sleep of death what know sign language, right?
dreams may come, (Debbie keeps flailing)
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we Ooo are we playing charades?? Oh I love
this game!
have
Than fly to others that we know not (Debbie making a cross with arms to
of? signal stop)
Thus conscience doth make cowards
Okay ummm slice??
of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution (Debbie dramatically puts a finger over
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of her lips)
thought, One? One slice?
And enterprises of great pith and
moment (Debbie outstretches her arms)
With this regard their currents turn What's that? Pizza? Oh oh yeah pizza! 1
slice of pizza! Is that all I get for all this
awry heavy lifting? Bit harsh
And lose the name of action.
Debbie: You are rubbish at charades. (To the audience) Sorry everyone, so sorry.
Michelle: Oh blimey, that's a lot of people looking at us.
Michelle: I considered being an actor you know, doing a bit of musical theatre. (Debbie looks
at her blankly) No, I did, honest! (Pause as Debbie begins to walk offstage, Michelle doesn't
move) Wait, this could be our chance!
(Company start coming on to prepare for their next scene - they are completely bewildered
by what is going on)
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