Mom, September 29, 2012

The Fitzgerald Theater

Saint Paul, MN


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(PHONE RINGS FOUR TIMES, THEN PICKUP)

GK: Hello?

SS (MOM): Duane? Honey? It's your mother. Are you busy? You are, aren't you.

GK: It's fine, mom. What's going on?

SS: You're busy. I hear that tone in your voice. You wish I'd go away and never come back.

GK: Mom, please. What is it.

SS: I only called to see how you are. And now I can see how you are----- too busy to talk to your mother, the one who gave you life.

GK: How are you, Mom?

SS: I am in ruins, honey. I ought to be locked up in the loony bin.

GK: What's wrong?

SS: Oh, you don't have time to listen to my troubles.

GK: I'm here. I'm listening.

SS: Whatever. It doesn't matter. I don't need your sympathy. I'll write you a note and put it in a bottle and throw it in the Mississippi River. If you get it, you get it. If not, whatever.

GK: What's wrong? Something with Dad?

SS: Honey, that is a subject that could take hours -----

GK: Well, what is it?

(A BEAT, SS SNIFFLES)

SS: It's my hair.

GK: What about your hair?

SS: I went to the salon and my regular colorist wasn't there and I specifically asked for titian and she colored my hair this lurid neon red ----- I look like a walking massage parlor.

GK: Well go back in and tell them you don't like it, and they can fix it.

SS: Oh I don't want to bother them.

GK: Mom, this is what they do. It's no big deal.

SS: Anyway---- you're in a hurry. How're you and Solveig coming along?

GK: We're friends, Mom. We're fine.

SS: Friends.

GK: Right.

(A BEAT)

SS: "Friends" covers a lot of territory. You could be friends with the mailman.

GK: I know that.

LM (OFF): Who you talking to?

(A BEAT)

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): Hello? Duane? Who is that?

GK: It's Kendra, Mom.

SS: Kendra??? Who is she? Another friend?

LM (OFF): I'm sorry. I didn't know you were on the phone. I was in the shower. Are you okay?

GK (OFF): It's my mother.

LM (OFF): Uh oh.

GK (OFF): Shhh.

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): Uh oh? Did I just hear her say 'uh oh,' Duane? Who is she, Duane? I want to know right now.

GK: Mom, I have to go.

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): Oh really! Really! Because Kendra told you to? This girl just owns the universe, doesn't she? Let me talk to her.

GK: Can I call you back later?

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): I want to know who she thinks she is. "Uh oh." I'll give her uh oh. Let me talk to her.

GK: She's my trainer, Mom. I'm training for a 5K run.

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): What?!?!

GK: We ran this morning and she's using the shower because her apartment is on the other side of town and she has to get to work.

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): Let----me----talk----to----her.

GK: Mom.

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): Now Duane. Now.

(A BEAT, GK SIGH)

GK (OFF): My mother wants to talk with you.

(PAUSE)

LM: Hello?

(PAUSE)

SS (VERY SWEETLY): Kendra!!! It's so good to meet you at last. How are you, darling?

LM: I'm okay. Thanks.

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): Duane has told me so much about you. I can't tell you how happy I am to get the chance to know you better------ can we talk?

LM: Sure.

SS: Let me just say this about Duane ---- I think you and I both know that maturity comes later for men – anyway how was your shower, darling?

LM: Fine.

(A BEAT)

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): You young people are so much freer than we were back in the day----- taking a shower in the home of a single man ----- that's so wonderful------ back when I was young, back in the Dark Ages, it would've ruined a girl's reputation to do that. You'd be burned at the stake, but never mind. Good for you.

LM: Well, Duane is not my boyfriend. He's my client.

SS (MIDWESTERN: Your client. Oh! So there isn't any----

LM: No.

SS: You don't feel that maybe there might be any----

LM: Not at all.

(A BEAT)

SS: So what, if I may ask, seems to be the problem there? I mean, there you are, in close proximity, perspiring heavily- ----

LM: I'm gay.

(A BEAT)

SS: You are----

LM: Yes.

SS: You're sure.

LM: Quite sure.

SS: Have you ever----thought about-----

LM: No, I haven't.

SS: Never.

LM: Right.

SS: And you don't think that----maybe-----

LM: No.

SS: Not even a little----hanky panky?

LM: No.

(A BEAT)

SS: Well that's great. Good to know what you want, I say. And I support you people getting married. I think it's time we passed the suffering around.

LM: Thanks.

SS (MIDWESTERN: Okay. ---- could I talk to Duane?

LM: Sure. (OFF) Here. For you.

GK: Hi, Mom.

SS (MIDWESTERN, ON PHONE): So she sounds very nice.

GK: She is. I hope you didn't ask her a lot of personal questions.

SS: No, no. We talked about American policy in the Arab world. Here---- talk to your father for a minute. I feel dizzy. I have to sit down. Hank!!! Come get the phone! (TR GRUMBLES) Just take it. I have to take a pill.

(MUMBLES)

TR: Hello.

GK: Hi Dad.

TR: How's it going over there then?

GK: Not bad. How's it with you?

TR: About the same.

GK: Well, that's good. What's the pill that Mom is taking?

TR: It's a mood leveler.

GK: Aha. Does it work?

TR: I donno. You tell me.

GK: I don't notice much different.

TR: Yeah me either. Okay then. Good talking with you. Bye. (OFF) Here you talk to him.

SS: Duane are you there?

GK: Right here, Mom.

SS: So is she still there? This girl in the shower? Your friend?

GK: Kendra? She left.

SS: I think you might consider another trainer, honey. One who likes men. A woman, that is.

GK: Mom, I am not going to hire a trainer so she will date me.

SS: Uh oh. Now you're angry, I can hear it.

GK: Well, think of what you're saying.

SS: All I want is good things for you, Duane. And you think I'm a monster. So why not just drive a wooden stake through my heart.

GK: Mom.

SS: You want to do that, I'll come over and ---- I'll bring the stakes.

GK: Mom.

SS: Just put the sharp point in the middle of my chest and whang on it with a sledgehammer and never mind the screeching and the writhing because that's normal. You'll be doing the world a favor, Duane. I'll just hiss at you and then I'll die. (SOBS)

GK: Mom? ---- Mom?

SS: What?

GK: What's the pill you just took?

SS: A mood leveler.

GK: Look at it.

SS: I swallowed it already.

GK: Look at the bottle.

SS: Why?

GK: Just look at it.

SS: Okay. ---- Oh.----- It's your dad's pill.

GK: What is it?

SS: I guess it's a stimulant.

GK: So Dad has been taking the mood stabilizers?

SS: I guess so.

GK: Mom-----

SS: Don't even say it.

GK: You need a stimulant like a bonfire needs kerosene. And for someone as flat as Dad, a mood leveler could be dangerous. How long has he been taking what you thought were stimulants?

SS: Last few months.

GK: You better switch.

SS: I suppose. But what if he starts running around whooping and yelling?

GK: I don't think they make stimulants that powerful.

SS: I guess you're right.

GK: Anyway.

SS: Exactly. Anyway.

GK: Talk to you later.

SS: Okay. So nice to talk to you honey.

GK: Anytime.

SS: Sure. Right.

GK: Okay mom, see you soon.

SS: Okay honey, love you. You take care.

GK: Love you mom, bye.

(HANGUP)

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