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HAMLET (Shawn): I will not eat them, Sam-I-Am— | |
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HAMLET (Shawn): —not even with— | |
| 113 |  |
HAMLET (Shawn): —a Danish. | |
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SFX:
WOODS background (a few moments of silence) --: Oh, I get it! --: Yeah, I understand. That’s…really good… --: It’s such a powerful metaphor, for, uh, life and the world and things— --: Good breakfast imagery. |
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DIRK:
Wait, I got another one. No, really, I think I understand now. The last one made
everything clearer. --: Really? |
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DIRK: (rushing a little; the WANDERERS can still be heard underneath him) Listen. This tale is about a suave, man-about-town known to everyone as…Soul Brother. Soul Bro for short. He’s walking down the street one day, and he goes into this bookstore-- | |
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DIRK: --you know, hoping to bag a broad. So he looks around for a while | |
| 119 |  |
DIRK: --until he spots a beautiful young maiden lingering around the sympathy card rack. With just one look, they were both immediately struck with love… (the OTHERS begin to protest) | |
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DIRK:
And so he spoke to her— --: Hold it. Stop it right there. |
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