“Look, the sign isn’t e’en right. ¿`Offence’?”
“No, that’s the British spelling.”
“¿Do we look like friggin’ Brits?”
“That’s my sash.”
“I’m using it.”
“It’s mine; give it back.”
“Stop it. We don’t have time for this. We go on in 10 minutes.”
“Sir, I need to talk to you ’bout something.”
“¿It can’t wait?”
“It’s ’bout the zamboni that’s s’posed to go on…”
“¡I thought we had that all cleared up!–¡Augh! ¡Stop it, you 2!”
“It’s mine; ¡give it back you fucking asshole!”
“¡You psychotic shithead!”
& then the curtain rose, & they all stood frozen red.