SCENE I (formatted for easy reading)
JUNE: Whatever you just said made absolutely no sense.
JASON: I know. Nothing in my life makes much sense anymore. Now that I’m not around, you may want to actually, I dunno, tune into the news once in a while. Watch what’s happening in the world?
JUNE: I hate the news, it depresses me. Plus I don’t have all day, like some people, to dedicate explicitly to the art of watching TV whilst playing with my belly button.
JASON: Yeah, I can’t imagine how horrific it would be to sit in one spot long enough to hear what’s going on out there.
JUNE: While some people sit around watching the world go by, news flash, there are people out there actually making shit happen. Imagine that!
JASON: You know what I imagine. A lonely old cat lady who’s too busy, “actually making things happen” to stop, and have a family, and a life, and can only have cats because they’re self-sufficient to some extent and are happy with a few little scratches behind the ear on a bi-yearly basis!
JUNE: Are we really doing this right now?
JASON: Well why the hell not!? I probably won’t get another stab at it since you’re erasing me from your life!
(Loud banging on the door and JOSEPHINE screaming something in Italian)
JUNE & JASON: Sorry, Mrs. Rossi!
JASON: For being a deaf old coot, she sure can hear well through the concrete wall.
JUNE: If we can hear her snoring, she can hear us yelling. I’m sure she’s not going to miss us living together.
JASON: That makes three of us.
JUNE: Good night, Jason.
JASON: Just be careful. That’s all I was trying to get at. Call, or don’t—what I mean, don’t be afraid to call if you need anything. Seven years with someone gives me the right to worry about them.
(JASON tries to give her a hug, but she stops him)
JUNE: (beat) Don’t forget to lock the door when you leave.
(JUNE exits. Jason plops down on the couch, shoving the last big bite of cannoli in his mouth. He turns on the TV.)
