Stop Interupting

A woman stands in her kitchen washing the counter. Her phone rings. She sighs, puts down her wash cloth and answers.

Woman: Hello?...Oh...no. No than...No I real...yes, fine go a hea...uh-huh...uh-huh...No. I don't think so...See I don't have the mon...no that won't be nes...Listen I'm trying to...I think you'd be better off calling some one else...Really I...Please, just...I don't want or need any of...I'm not going to buy, subscribe, join or listen anymore! Have a nice day! Goodbye!

She hangs up and sighs.

The tears of man will cease.

A young girl and her mother stand hand in hand in front of a monument with many names carved in it.

Young Girl: What are all these words?

Mother: Men's names. Ones who fought in a war.

Young Girl: Like Daddy?

Mother: Yes.

Young Girl: Will daddy get his name on a rock too?

Mother: I hope not.

Young Girl: Why not?

Mother: Because these men died.

Young Girl: Oh...[Pause] Why were the men fighting?

Mother: To make a change. For you. For me.

Young Girl: They didn't know me...

Mother: That's what makes them great, sweetie.

Cereal?

Two girls in their pajamas walk into the kitchen.

Jan: So...I have bagels, and cereal, and toast...

Fran: I like cereal.

Jan: Okay.

Jan goes to the cupboard and opens it while Fran takes a seat at the table.

Jan: So I have Honey Nut Cheerios...

Fran: Umm..I guess actually I'll have toast.

Jan holds the box of Honey Nut Cheerios and looks shocked.

Jan: Do you have a problem with honey nut cheerios!?

el concerto

Two students sit at a table. Fred is helping John with his Spanish homework. John slouches in his chair while Fred shuffles some flash cards.

Fred: Try them again. You have to know these by tomorrow.

Fred holds up the cards so that the English faces John.

John: El cereal.

Fred flips the card.

John: El meat.

Fred: No.

John: La meat.

Fred: No...

John: Well why not?

Fred: Not every Spanish word is made by putting an El or La in front of it.

John: It worked with cereal!

Fred: Well sometimes it works...

Could you help me, please?

A little sleepy eyed boy slowly peeks out his bed room door looking into the kitchen. He slowly walks into the kitchen and looks around he sees no one but sees the cookie jar on the shelf newly filled. he becomes excited and walks over to it. He reaches up but he is much too short. He looks upset. He looks around again, and still finds no one. He looks back up at the cookies. He Jumps and reaches but it far off. He tries again with the same result. And again. He becomes frustrated. He backs up and takes a running start and jumps but falls down and wines a little. He then gets up and pulls a chair over to the shelf. he climbs on to the chair and reaches but is still too short. He sits down on the chair with an impatient face and waits.

Aunts

First grade children playing outside at recess. Some commotion begins over in the dirt near the grass.

Long Haired Girl: Eeeewwww!!! I hate ants!! They are going to get me!

Nascar Shirt Boy: I'll get 'em!

He starts to stomp.

Buzz-Cut Light-up Shoes Boy: Stomp on their hill house. That'll get 'em good!

Long Haired Girl: Get them! There are so many!

Untied Shoe Pigtails Girl: STOP!

She runs toward the ant scene.

Untied Shoe Pigtails Girl: Stop stomping on those ants now! Ants are people too!

Nascar Shirt Boy: Ants aren't people!

Untied Shoe Pigtails Girl: Well stop stomping on them...or I'll stomp on you!

She raises her untied shoe up high. The Other children look slightly bewildered but walk away.

No...she wouldn't.

A young man walks down a path in a park, but ends up taking the same turns over and over again making a circle. He doesn't seem to notice. He mumbles to himself and walks at a fast pace.

Young Man: She wouldn't. She is too good for that...

He Changes direction but doesn't stray far from his circle.

Young Man: She wouldn't. We talk...she'd tell me if something...

He speeds up.

Young Man: She wouldn't. She is considerate and her reputation means something to her...She wouldn't.

Someone playing fetch with their dog throws a ball and it rolls right past his feet. He picks it up as the dog comes up to him. He holds the ball a little away from the dog and speaks reassuringly to it. Looking it right in the eyes and it looks back waiting for the ball.

Young Man: She wouldn't. She would not do that to me.

The dog cocks its head. Slowly the Young Man's shoulders drop. His face becomes soft and hurt. He hands the ball to the dog's mouth and the dog runs back to its master.

Young Man: She would.