Jesus... (Medi retreats to the back corn...

Jesus... (Medi retreats to the back corner of the stage, Zack resumes enjoying himself. After a moment of thought, Medi reapproaches the bed, leaning over the head-board from behind to get right near Zack's ear) Sure. Sure, we can do this later. 'Cause, y'know, I've got plenty to think about while you're... busy. Like, that presentation you've got to make on Monday. Mr. Ames is very anxious to hear what you have to say, you know. (Zack is getting progressively more distracted by what Medi is saying) And if you came through for him, he could really help you with... hey, did you remember to tape the game tonight. No? Who do you think would have taped it? Bill? Jeff? Or... hey. What time are you supposed to meet Jeff at the courts tomorrow? Was is nine o'clock or ninethir—