Throughout the play, Dad has been staunchly conservative, morally
Voice? (No answer.) Voice? (No answer.) Voices? Voice? Typical, nothing. Left here on my own, with only the images of Washington, Jefferson, and Lincoln. Hello? Hello? I’m living the lie, I know it.
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But it is given to us only for minutes, and we spend the rest of our lives paying for those few moments. Love moves through three stages: attraction, desire, need. The third stage is the place I cannot go.
For the full monologue, refer to the clips or script edition cited here: Steve Martin. “WASP,” in Picasso at the Lapin Agile and Other Plays. Grove Press, 1996. pp. 148-149.
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