Post by Lix on Jul 5, 2004 23:36:39 GMT 11
maning of life isnt all that good, except for the salmon mousse scetch which was the best improv they ever did.
GEOFFREY
Yes?
[Pause. The Reaper breathes death-rattlingly.]
Is it about the hedge?
[More breathing.]
Look, I'm awfully sorry but...
GRIM REAPER
I am the Grim Reaper.
GEOFFREY
I am Death.
GEOFFREY
Yes well, the thing is, we've got some people from America for dinner
tonight...
[Geoffrey's wife, Angela is coming to see who is at the door. She calls:]
ANGELA
Who is it, darling?
GEOFFREY
It's a Mr. Death or something... he's come about the reaping... [To
Reaper.] I don't think we need any at the moment.
ANGELA
[appearing] Hallo. Well don't leave him hanging around outside
darling, ask him in.
GEOFFREY
Darling, I don't think it's quite the moment...
ANGELA
Do come in, come along in, come and have a drink, do. Come on...
[She returns to her guests.]
It's one of the little men from the village... Do come in,
please. This is Howard Katzenberg from Philadelphia...
KATZENBERG
Hi.
ANGELA
And his wife, Debbie.
DEBBIE
Hallo there.
ANGELA
And these are the Portland-Smythes, Jeremy and Fiona.
FIONA
Good evening.
ANGELA
This is Mr. Death.
[There is a slightly awkward pause.]
Well do get Mr. Death a drink, darling.
[The Grim Reaper looks a little startled.]
ANGELA
Mr. Death is a reaper.
GRIM REAPER
The Grim Reaper.
ANGELA
Hardly surprising in this weather, ha ha ha...
KATZENBERG
So you still reap around here do you, Mr. Death?
GRIM REAPER
I am the Grim Reaper.
GEOFFREY
[sotto voce] That's about all he says... [Loudly] There's your drink,
Mr. Death.
ANGELA
Do sit down.
DEBBIE
We were just talking about some of the awful problems facing the -
[The Grim Reaper knocks the glass off the table. Startled silence.]
ANGELA
Would you prefer white? I'm afraid we don't have any beer.
JEREMY
The Stilton's awfully good.
GRIM REAPER
I am not of this world.
[He walks into the middle of the table. There is a sharp intake of
breath all round.]
GEOFFREY
Good Lord!
[The penny is beginning to drop.]
GRIM REAPER
I am Death.
DEBBIE
[nervously] Well isn't that extraordinary? We were just talking about
death only five minutes ago.
ANGELA
[even more nervously] Yes we were. You know, whether death is
really... the end...
DEBBIE
As my husband, Howard here, feels... or whether there is... and one so
hates to use words like 'soul' or 'spirit'...
JEREMY
But what *other* words can one use...
GEOFFREY
Exactly...
GRIM REAPER
You do not understand.
DEBBIE
Ah no... obviously not...
KATZENBERG
Let me tell you something, Mr. Death...
GRIM REAPER
You do not understand!
KATZENBERG
Just one moment. I would like to express on behalf of everyone here,
what a really unique experience this is...
JEREMY
Hear hear.
ANGELA
Yes, we're *so* delighted that you dropped in, Mr. Death...
KATZENBERG
Can I finish please...
DEBBIE
Mr. Death... is there an after-life?
KATZENBERG
Dear, if you could just wait please a moment...
ANGELA
Are you sure you wouldn't like some sherry?
KATZENBERG
Angela, I'd like just to say at this time...
GRIM REAPER
Be quiet!
KATZENBERG
Can I just say this at this time, please...
GRIM REAPER
Silence!!! I have come for you.
[Pause as this sinks in. Sidelong glance. A stifled fart.]
ANGELA
... You mean to...
GRIM REAPER
... Take you away. That is my purpose. I am Death.
GEOFFREY
Well that's cast rather a gloom over the evening hasn't it?
KATZENBERG
I don't see it that way, Geoff. Let me tell you what I think we're
dealing with here, a potentially positive learning experience...
GRIM REAPER
Shut up! Shut up you American. You always talk, you Americans, you
talk and you talk and say 'Let me tell you something' and 'I just
wanna say this', Well you're dead now, so shut up.
KATZENBERG
Dead?
GRIM REAPER
Dead.
ANGELA
All of us??
GRIM REAPER
All of you.
GEOFFREY
Now look here. You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses and
then announce quite casually that we're all dead. Well I would remind
you that you are a guest in this house and...
[The Grim Reaper pokes him in the eye.]
GRIM REAPER
Be quiet! You Englishmen... You're all so watering-caning pompous and none of
you have got any balls.
DEBBIE
Can I ask you a question?
GRIM REAPER
What?
DEBBIE
... How can we all have died at the *same* time?
GRIM REAPER
[pointing] The salmon mousse! [They all goggle.]
GEOFFREY
[to Angela] Darling, you didn't use tinned salmon did you?
ANGELA
[unbelievably embarrassed] I'm most dreadfully embarrassed...
GRIM REAPER
Now, the time has come. Follow... follow me...
[Geoffrey suddenly runs forward with a revolver. He looses four shots
at the Grim Reaper from about three feet. They pass through
him. Pause. Everyone is rather embarrassed.]
GEOFFREY
Sorry... Just... testing... Sorry... [He sits.]
GRIM REAPER
Come! [Out of their bodies, spirit forms arise and follow the Grim
Reaper.]
ANGELA
The fishmonger promised me he'd have some fresh salmon and he's
normally *so* reliable...
JEREMY
Can we bring our glasses?
FIONA
Good idea.
DEBBIE
Hey I didn't even eat the mousse... [They follow the Grim Reaper out
of the house.]
ie. the line i didnt eat the mousse was improvised and they decided to stick with it good stuff!!
GEOFFREY
Yes?
[Pause. The Reaper breathes death-rattlingly.]
Is it about the hedge?
[More breathing.]
Look, I'm awfully sorry but...
GRIM REAPER
I am the Grim Reaper.
GEOFFREY
I am Death.
GEOFFREY
Yes well, the thing is, we've got some people from America for dinner
tonight...
[Geoffrey's wife, Angela is coming to see who is at the door. She calls:]
ANGELA
Who is it, darling?
GEOFFREY
It's a Mr. Death or something... he's come about the reaping... [To
Reaper.] I don't think we need any at the moment.
ANGELA
[appearing] Hallo. Well don't leave him hanging around outside
darling, ask him in.
GEOFFREY
Darling, I don't think it's quite the moment...
ANGELA
Do come in, come along in, come and have a drink, do. Come on...
[She returns to her guests.]
It's one of the little men from the village... Do come in,
please. This is Howard Katzenberg from Philadelphia...
KATZENBERG
Hi.
ANGELA
And his wife, Debbie.
DEBBIE
Hallo there.
ANGELA
And these are the Portland-Smythes, Jeremy and Fiona.
FIONA
Good evening.
ANGELA
This is Mr. Death.
[There is a slightly awkward pause.]
Well do get Mr. Death a drink, darling.
[The Grim Reaper looks a little startled.]
ANGELA
Mr. Death is a reaper.
GRIM REAPER
The Grim Reaper.
ANGELA
Hardly surprising in this weather, ha ha ha...
KATZENBERG
So you still reap around here do you, Mr. Death?
GRIM REAPER
I am the Grim Reaper.
GEOFFREY
[sotto voce] That's about all he says... [Loudly] There's your drink,
Mr. Death.
ANGELA
Do sit down.
DEBBIE
We were just talking about some of the awful problems facing the -
[The Grim Reaper knocks the glass off the table. Startled silence.]
ANGELA
Would you prefer white? I'm afraid we don't have any beer.
JEREMY
The Stilton's awfully good.
GRIM REAPER
I am not of this world.
[He walks into the middle of the table. There is a sharp intake of
breath all round.]
GEOFFREY
Good Lord!
[The penny is beginning to drop.]
GRIM REAPER
I am Death.
DEBBIE
[nervously] Well isn't that extraordinary? We were just talking about
death only five minutes ago.
ANGELA
[even more nervously] Yes we were. You know, whether death is
really... the end...
DEBBIE
As my husband, Howard here, feels... or whether there is... and one so
hates to use words like 'soul' or 'spirit'...
JEREMY
But what *other* words can one use...
GEOFFREY
Exactly...
GRIM REAPER
You do not understand.
DEBBIE
Ah no... obviously not...
KATZENBERG
Let me tell you something, Mr. Death...
GRIM REAPER
You do not understand!
KATZENBERG
Just one moment. I would like to express on behalf of everyone here,
what a really unique experience this is...
JEREMY
Hear hear.
ANGELA
Yes, we're *so* delighted that you dropped in, Mr. Death...
KATZENBERG
Can I finish please...
DEBBIE
Mr. Death... is there an after-life?
KATZENBERG
Dear, if you could just wait please a moment...
ANGELA
Are you sure you wouldn't like some sherry?
KATZENBERG
Angela, I'd like just to say at this time...
GRIM REAPER
Be quiet!
KATZENBERG
Can I just say this at this time, please...
GRIM REAPER
Silence!!! I have come for you.
[Pause as this sinks in. Sidelong glance. A stifled fart.]
ANGELA
... You mean to...
GRIM REAPER
... Take you away. That is my purpose. I am Death.
GEOFFREY
Well that's cast rather a gloom over the evening hasn't it?
KATZENBERG
I don't see it that way, Geoff. Let me tell you what I think we're
dealing with here, a potentially positive learning experience...
GRIM REAPER
Shut up! Shut up you American. You always talk, you Americans, you
talk and you talk and say 'Let me tell you something' and 'I just
wanna say this', Well you're dead now, so shut up.
KATZENBERG
Dead?
GRIM REAPER
Dead.
ANGELA
All of us??
GRIM REAPER
All of you.
GEOFFREY
Now look here. You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses and
then announce quite casually that we're all dead. Well I would remind
you that you are a guest in this house and...
[The Grim Reaper pokes him in the eye.]
GRIM REAPER
Be quiet! You Englishmen... You're all so watering-caning pompous and none of
you have got any balls.
DEBBIE
Can I ask you a question?
GRIM REAPER
What?
DEBBIE
... How can we all have died at the *same* time?
GRIM REAPER
[pointing] The salmon mousse! [They all goggle.]
GEOFFREY
[to Angela] Darling, you didn't use tinned salmon did you?
ANGELA
[unbelievably embarrassed] I'm most dreadfully embarrassed...
GRIM REAPER
Now, the time has come. Follow... follow me...
[Geoffrey suddenly runs forward with a revolver. He looses four shots
at the Grim Reaper from about three feet. They pass through
him. Pause. Everyone is rather embarrassed.]
GEOFFREY
Sorry... Just... testing... Sorry... [He sits.]
GRIM REAPER
Come! [Out of their bodies, spirit forms arise and follow the Grim
Reaper.]
ANGELA
The fishmonger promised me he'd have some fresh salmon and he's
normally *so* reliable...
JEREMY
Can we bring our glasses?
FIONA
Good idea.
DEBBIE
Hey I didn't even eat the mousse... [They follow the Grim Reaper out
of the house.]
ie. the line i didnt eat the mousse was improvised and they decided to stick with it good stuff!!