(Two
girls in Cranston. VANESSA and ROBERTA. They’re at VANESSA’s house on the porch.)
VANESSA: …He wants me
to go to Providence with him tonight.
ROBERTA:
Providence? Is he nuts?
VANESSA: I said
that. I said, ‘Providence?!? Are you nuts?’
ROBERTA: He’s nuts.
VANESSA: It’s going
to be a zoo there tonight. People
thinking the world’s ending—
ROBERTA: The world
ain’t gonna end.
VANESSA: Please.
ROBERTA: If the world
was gonna end, it would’ve ended when my sister got married. Because when my sister found a man to love
her forever, Hell froze over. I could
feel it beneath my feet.
VANESSA: Your sister
is something.
ROBERTA: I mean, she’s
my sister and I love her, but she’s a hateful cow.
VANESSA: Got that
mean eye.
ROBERTA: Follows you
everywhere. Like one of those portraits
in the Haunted Mansion.
VANESSA: Anyway, I
said, ‘Forget Providence. Come
over. Have a bite. We’re getting Chinese.’
ROBERTA: And?
VANESSA: He don’t
want to hear it.
ROBERTA: Screw him
then.
VANESSA: He’s going
to Providence. I said, ‘You’ll be
killed. They’ll kill you.’
ROBERTA: He won’t
even make it out of the car with all the nuts out tonight.
VANESSA: ‘They’ll kill
you dead and then where will you be?’ He
doesn’t think.
ROBERTA: And you were
going to keep dating this guy.
VANESSA: What do I
know? He seemed worldly. He goes to Boston twice a week. I never met anybody who does that
before. Cranston to Boston, twice a
week. That’s like going to Canada once a
month. How do you even do that?
ROBERTA: I’d shoot
myself.
VANESSA: Kept telling
me, ‘Ohhhhhh we’re going to be together forever.’ Until a comet’s coming and then he abandons
me.
ROBERTA: What did he
want you to do in Providence anyway?
VANESSA: His friend’s
having a party at the Westin.
ROBERTA: The Omni?
VANESSA: No, the
Westin. I don’t acknowledge name changes
like that. You can’t just go changing
the name of a building that’s been there forever. If you want to own a building named the Omni,
build something and name it yourself.
But you can’t just go around changing things like that.
ROBERTA: Okay, fine,
so a party at the Westin.
VANESSA: With all
these rich people. His rich
friends. Who he knows I don’t like.
ROBERTA: Why don’t
you like them?
VANESSA: They make me
feel bad.
ROBERTA: They say
things to you?
VANESSA: They don’t
have to say things. They think
things. And they think I don’t know what
they’re thinking. I know what they’re
thinking because I’d be thinking it if I were them.
ROBERTA: Sometimes
you’re paranoid, Vanessa.
VANESSA: You sound
like him.
ROBERTA: Sometimes
you are.
VANESSA: So I should
go to a party and die with people who make me feel uncomfortable because I might
be paranoid?
ROBERTA: Do whatever
you want. You’re not going to die
anyway. Nobody is. There’s no comet.
VANESSA: There is a
comet. It just might not hit us.
ROBERTA: Everybody’s
doing all this crazy shit. Acting like
there’s no tomorrow. And if there is,
then what? You go to Providence and you
die because everybody’s acting crazy you DEFINITELY don’t have a tomorrow—and then
the comet misses us and don’t you feel stupid?
VANESSA: And dead.
ROBERTA: Right, and
dead.
VANESSA: I should
have let you talk to him.
ROBERTA: You should’ve.
VANESSA: I should’ve.
ROBERTA: You should’ve.
(A
moment.)
VANESSA: You think he’s
a good guy though?
(A
beat.)
ROBERTA: Yeah, I like
him.
VANESSA: You sure?
ROBERTA: Why do you
care if I like him?
VANESSA: Because if
you don’t like him—
ROBERTA: I never like
anybody you date.
VANESSA: I know, and
now you’re saying you like somebody.
That’s big.
ROBERTA: He getting
that thing on his face checked out?
VANESSA: Next week,
you know, if there’s a next week.
ROBERTA: Right. He should get that checked out. Other than that, I like him.
VANESSA: So maybe…
ROBERTA: Maybe what?
(A
moment. VANESSA looks at her with a bit
of a question.)
Oh no, c’mon, Vanessa.
Don’t even say it.
VANESSA: I don’t want
to die without him, Roberta.
ROBERTA: Nobody’s
dying. I’m your best friend. You think I’m going to lie to you?
VANESSA: If nobody’s
dying, maybe Providence won’t be that bad.
ROBERTA: Providence
is bad even without a comet!
VANESSA: You haven’t
been to Providence in two years.
ROBERTA: I go
everyday!
VANESSA: Driving
through to get to your job in Seekonk doesn’t count.
ROBERTA: I know all I
need to know about Providence. And I’m
going to tell you something else, you talk about dying where you want to
die? I want to die in my house, nice and
cozy. Or here on your porch. Somewhere I feel good. Not walking around the streets of a city I
don’t like waiting to get mugged just before a comet hits me in the head.
VANESSA: Yeah, well
maybe I don’t.
ROBERTA: Don’t what?
VANESSA: Want to die
here!
(A
moment.)
ROBERTA: With me, you
mean?
VANESSA: No, just—Of course
I want to die with you. Don’t be stupid.
ROBERTA: Then what—
VANESSA: Just
here. Maybe I don’t want to die
here. Be nice to…I don’t know.
ROBERTA: Look, you
wanna go—
VANESSA: I’m not
going if you’re not going.
ROBERTA: Well, I’m
definitely not going so—
VANESSA: What are you
afraid of?
ROBERTA: I’m not
afraid. You must be afraid. Otherwise you’d already be gone.
VANESSA: If you were
a good friend, you’d come with me.
ROBERTA: If you were
a good friend, you wouldn’t ask me to go with you.
(A stand-off.)
VANESSA: Come with
me.
ROBERTA: You’re going
to have him there.
VANESSA: I want him
and you. He’s my boyfriend, you’re my
best friend—
ROBERTA: I’m not
making you choose.
VANESSA: Good.
ROBERTA: But you have
to choose.
VANESSA: You just
said—
ROBERTA: I’m not
making you, but a choice has to happen.
VANESSA: Roberta—
ROBERTA: I like him,
and I love you, but I can’t go.
VANESSA: Just this
once.
ROBERTA: Well this
would be the big one.
VANESSA: Not if the
comet’s a load of—
ROBERTA: Don’t use my
own arguments against me.
VANESSA: I’m going.
(A
moment.)
I’m going with or without you, but I want to go with
you. Who knows if I’ll get there and he’ll
say something stupid or one of the rich assholes will make a comment or I’ll
just get sick and want to go home and that’s why I need you there, and I can’t
promise that you’ll have a good time or anything but I’m asking, okay? I’m asking.
(A
moment.)
ROBERTA: I want to be
home by one if the world doesn’t end.
VANESSA: Okay.
ROBERTA: Now I’m
going to Providence AND my sister is married.
That comet’s coming all right. We’re
all in deep shit.
VANESSA: Or maybe
nothing will happen and we’ll have a great time.
ROBERTA: Now that would
really rock my world.
(VANESSA
smiles. ROBERTA smiles because she’s
smiling.)
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