Eddie

Wait. You didn't ask me about my ideas.

Elaine

Oh, Eddie, well it's your first day.

Eddie

I'm ready.

Elaine

Oh, okay.

Eddit

(reading) It's a hot night. The mind races. You think about your knife; the only friend who hasn't betrayed you, the only friend who won't be dead by sun up. Sleep tight, mates, in your quilted Chambray nightshirts.