The Scrabbled: Making Fun of Each Other since '99

ESTRAGON:
What’s he waiting for?

POZZO:
Stand back! (Vladimir and Estragon move away from Lucky. Pozzo jerks the rope. Lucky looks at Pozzo.) Think, pig! (Pause. Lucky begins to dance.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Forward! (Lucky advances.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Think!
Silence.

LUCKY:
On the other hand with regard to—

POZZO:
Stop! (Lucky stops.) Back! (Lucky moves back.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Turn! (Lucky turns towards auditorium.) Think!

During Lucky’s tirade the others react as follows.
1) Vladimir and Estragon all attention, Pozzo dejected and disgusted.
2) Vladimir and Estragon begin to protest, Pozzo’s sufferings increase.
3) Vladimir and Estragon attentive again, Pozzo more and more agitated and groaning.
4) Vladimir and Estragon protest violently. Pozzo jumps up, pulls on the rope. General outcry. Lucky pulls on the rope, staggers, shouts his text. All three throw themselves on Lucky who struggles and shouts his text.

LUCKY:
Because when we walk into a club we want to take it over, it’s like a business and we are Donald Trump, Bill Gates, and Steve Wynn of the fitness/club nightlife world and we just take over. I bust a front double bicep as soon as i get in, then after 2 Red Bull and vodkas I rip my shirt off and usually just sport a tank because “I have a buzz”, which i really don’t but its an excuse to take my shirt off and if anyone asks, “I’m hot from the alcohol”. Then I hit up the bathroom and look for the handicap stall to get a good pump with the dip bars for the gimps, and we just do our thing you know, all ripped shredded bros just macking on pussy making everyone else feel like shit, we’re tanner, were more shredded, and we make it rain with the cash flow, goose bottles left and right bro. (mêlée, final vociferations)

…bros….shredded…goosebottles….Trump….gimps…..

POZZO:
His hat!
Vladimir seizes Lucky’s hat. Silence of Lucky. He falls. Silence. Panting of the victors.

ESTRAGON:
Avenged!