Richard and Brigid have offered to host Thanksgiving dinner at their
Start: Brigid: Ugh...the restaurant pays me under the table so I can still collect unemployment, so that’s been good. But my career is…
Aimee: Hey, okay.
Brigid: I’m just glad Rich and I decided to take the leap, it was time, you know?
End: Brigid: If you shat out of your ears-- if they rerouted your colon to your ears, I’d still marry you.
Aimee: When do I even--do I wait until the third date to be like: “Just FYI, I shit out of a hole in my belly.” Is that a fifth date thing?
Brigid: I’m sorry you have to go through that.
Karam, Stephen, The Humans, Dramatists Play Service, 2016, pp. 71-74.
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